A Long December
And there’s reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.
Okay, so I'm better than I was the last time I posted. I guess I kind of had no way to go but up, but nonetheless, better is better. The money situation is a little out of control, and it looks homemade presents will be the theme of this year's Christmas. Well, maybe not homemade, so much as the cheapest possible presents I can find. The problem is, we do lists, which means I can only get people the things they actually ask for. My sisters all ave a lot of money. A LOT. So, of course, this means they don't ask for cheap things. They can buy CDs for themselves. They ask for fancy things. I asked for a couple of DVDs and a blender. I'm going to end up spending more money on presents than I would if I had just boycotted christmas like I planned and bought those things for myself. But, I guess all the stuff Dad is getting me will be expensive, i.e. fixing my car. But then I could just sell my car and have lots of money to do with as I please. Oh, well. I'm incredibly done with worrying about it. Well, not quite, but at least I'm done writing about it here.
I need to clean my room, empty ashtrays, do laundry, shop, breathe.
The lights flicker when the dryer turns on, or anything that takes more power than say, the toaster. I spend my days and nights worrying that something will short out and either plunge the house into freezing cold darkness or burn the place down. I'd rather it be the latter. At least I'd die warm. And then maybe the fire would spread and burn the whole city to the ground. HOUSE FIRE DESTROYS MUNCIE. Yum.
Okay, so I'm better than I was the last time I posted. I guess I kind of had no way to go but up, but nonetheless, better is better. The money situation is a little out of control, and it looks homemade presents will be the theme of this year's Christmas. Well, maybe not homemade, so much as the cheapest possible presents I can find. The problem is, we do lists, which means I can only get people the things they actually ask for. My sisters all ave a lot of money. A LOT. So, of course, this means they don't ask for cheap things. They can buy CDs for themselves. They ask for fancy things. I asked for a couple of DVDs and a blender. I'm going to end up spending more money on presents than I would if I had just boycotted christmas like I planned and bought those things for myself. But, I guess all the stuff Dad is getting me will be expensive, i.e. fixing my car. But then I could just sell my car and have lots of money to do with as I please. Oh, well. I'm incredibly done with worrying about it. Well, not quite, but at least I'm done writing about it here.
I need to clean my room, empty ashtrays, do laundry, shop, breathe.
The lights flicker when the dryer turns on, or anything that takes more power than say, the toaster. I spend my days and nights worrying that something will short out and either plunge the house into freezing cold darkness or burn the place down. I'd rather it be the latter. At least I'd die warm. And then maybe the fire would spread and burn the whole city to the ground. HOUSE FIRE DESTROYS MUNCIE. Yum.