...and so it goes
dear you,
tonight, i want to go somewhere and drink something....i worked all week and got 2 paychecks and got some skrilla coming in from taxes. whoop dee whoop whoop. yeah so like my car is broken. my reaction to discovering that it would not run was very different from usual and a bit surprising to me. normally, upon discovery, i would yell out "FFUUUCCCK" and all sorts of other nonsense, excessively use cursewords in every sentence and talk about how shit never goes my way, but this time i didnt. i was very calm and collected. if its more than the battery im not spending any money on it til i get bac. id rather have fun times and a plane ticket than a piece of shit car. ive been browsing the market for a backpack. like one of those heavy duty ones you can fit a midget in, yeah that kind. my mom thinks im crazy, not only about the backpack, but about a lot of things. she is scared to go to mexico. but i told her if i was able to survive it all by myself im sure we'll be fine as a team. she worries too much, which is sometimes frustrating. i feel like i talk about this trip way too much, but its really the only thing worth looking forward to. once i get back im almost guaranteed a job, ill save up money then go to new york, greece, scandanavia, germany, south america or spain in the summer (niners? anyone?) havent decided yet..haha. im getting one of those credit cards to accumulate miles and shit like that.
my brother wrote me finally. he seems to be doing alright. i cant get over how fucked up the entire situation is, plus he told me some other shit that is just unbelievable. even though he got on my goddamn nerves most of the time while he was around and ate my food or leftovers, i still fucking miss him. my mom put a picture of him on the fridge and gaby always points at it and says "daddy". its kinda sad when she does that. i plan to visit once i get some forms taken care of.
well i have lots of errands to run today.
with love,
april diana
tonight, i want to go somewhere and drink something....i worked all week and got 2 paychecks and got some skrilla coming in from taxes. whoop dee whoop whoop. yeah so like my car is broken. my reaction to discovering that it would not run was very different from usual and a bit surprising to me. normally, upon discovery, i would yell out "FFUUUCCCK" and all sorts of other nonsense, excessively use cursewords in every sentence and talk about how shit never goes my way, but this time i didnt. i was very calm and collected. if its more than the battery im not spending any money on it til i get bac. id rather have fun times and a plane ticket than a piece of shit car. ive been browsing the market for a backpack. like one of those heavy duty ones you can fit a midget in, yeah that kind. my mom thinks im crazy, not only about the backpack, but about a lot of things. she is scared to go to mexico. but i told her if i was able to survive it all by myself im sure we'll be fine as a team. she worries too much, which is sometimes frustrating. i feel like i talk about this trip way too much, but its really the only thing worth looking forward to. once i get back im almost guaranteed a job, ill save up money then go to new york, greece, scandanavia, germany, south america or spain in the summer (niners? anyone?) havent decided yet..haha. im getting one of those credit cards to accumulate miles and shit like that.
my brother wrote me finally. he seems to be doing alright. i cant get over how fucked up the entire situation is, plus he told me some other shit that is just unbelievable. even though he got on my goddamn nerves most of the time while he was around and ate my food or leftovers, i still fucking miss him. my mom put a picture of him on the fridge and gaby always points at it and says "daddy". its kinda sad when she does that. i plan to visit once i get some forms taken care of.
well i have lots of errands to run today.
with love,
april diana