Aug 27, 2009 23:15
So let me just say how much I am freaking out about money right now. I need to cover my first month's rent in Philadelphia, so I can't really spend anything right now. I don't have enough money to cover my next vial of testosterone and I am out. Holy shit. I'm wondering how long it takes for my reproductive organs to start working again because I really don't think I can mentally handle having my period. I keep telling myself to breathe and everything will work itself out but it's definitely not working.
A girl wants me to go down to Philly again on Saturday for her luau. We are currently "getting to know each other." I figure if I move another load of my shit down, it's not a completely frivolous trip. I won't be going out to the bars so I won't spend excessive amounts of money. It will just be gas and probably a pack of cigarettes. This girl is also hooking me up with a job down there through her gay boy roommate. Words can't express how badly I need stability and relaxation. This move is supposed to bring it, but the actual process is proving to be counterproductive.
Breathe.