Have you finished your Christmasa shopping yet?
Hey December, I know you're a little over 2 days in, but please stop acting like a bratty September. It's not becoming of you, at all.
I'm feeling moist. I'm pooped. I'm at work waiting to feel less moist before re-entering the refridgerated production rooms to finish my work.
What else... Paypal has been a jerk again. Twice this week it sent purchases I made, that I intended to put onto my credit card to my checking account. Now I have to dab into my saving more than I want to for things I need to get this week.
Christmas and my tight ass budget are lame friends with drug problems that won't get out of my living room at 2:30AM.
Speaking of drug problems, I heard some great townie gossip today from the guy that works at the cemetary next to the pond. Apparently there's a father and sons squatting on the edge of the cemetary. The son is the cemetary guy's fiancee's ex. He told me the homeless son broke his hand, got addicted to O.C. from his RX, got on heroine, then crack. Now he's shooting and smoking up in a tent by the smelly dredged up pond, with his Dad. I don't know the Dad's story. I hope his kid didn't get him into hard shit. Well, I hope he wasn't into hard shit raising his kid.
It's hard to imagine what its like to be so addicted, that all I'd care about is getting high. I can barely deal with hangovers anymore to even want to drink enough to get a hangover. I don't know how I drank as much as I did 5, 6 years ago.
I mean, I still have money problems even with out and substance abuse issues. ;)
Speaking of, I hope my car doesn't need any more serious work done to it beofre I pay it off at the end of the summer. But I have a nagging suspicion that it will....
I'm feeling moist. I'm pooped. I'm at work waiting to feel less moist before re-entering the refridgerated production rooms to finish my work.
What else... Paypal has been a jerk again. Twice this week it sent purchases I made, that I intended to put onto my credit card to my checking account. Now I have to dab into my saving more than I want to for things I need to get this week.
Christmas and my tight ass budget are lame friends with drug problems that won't get out of my living room at 2:30AM.
Speaking of drug problems, I heard some great townie gossip today from the guy that works at the cemetary next to the pond. Apparently there's a father and sons squatting on the edge of the cemetary. The son is the cemetary guy's fiancee's ex. He told me the homeless son broke his hand, got addicted to O.C. from his RX, got on heroine, then crack. Now he's shooting and smoking up in a tent by the smelly dredged up pond, with his Dad. I don't know the Dad's story. I hope his kid didn't get him into hard shit. Well, I hope he wasn't into hard shit raising his kid.
It's hard to imagine what its like to be so addicted, that all I'd care about is getting high. I can barely deal with hangovers anymore to even want to drink enough to get a hangover. I don't know how I drank as much as I did 5, 6 years ago.
I mean, I still have money problems even with out and substance abuse issues. ;)
Speaking of, I hope my car doesn't need any more serious work done to it beofre I pay it off at the end of the summer. But I have a nagging suspicion that it will....