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Ugh. My period is RAGIN. Today is not going well. I'm at work, an hour longer than expected, all my customers are making me agro, and I have cramps like you would NOT believe.
So I got some great news on Friday. My parents filed my income taxes for me and I was expecting to get around 700 back. Turns out, theres some kind of error I made down the line, and they weren't taking much out of my paychecks, so I actually OWE 49.00. My stomach fucking flipped when I heard this because I'm behind on SO MUCH right now and now I'm in a real fucked up situation. Tomorrow I have to spend some time on the phone begging my student loan company to work with me. I'm not making enough money. I seriously
feel
like
I'm
drowning.
I'm back at square one. I shouldn't be so stressed about money all the time.
Some days I wake up and wonder what the fuck I was thinking when I decided to move out here. Its great here, and I really like it. And I hope this is just my cramps talking...but life was a lot easier in Austin. I hope at some point, it gets less difficult for me to live.
On the upside, I finally got a bed. One of the guys that used to live in my apartment had a queen size mattress and one of the other ex-roomies had an AWESOME brand new bed frame from Ikea that he wasn't using, so now I have a big awesome bed. Oh, and he threw in a tv as well. So thats one less thing.
They are playing this jamaican music at the store today. I think I seriously am going to gouge out my eyeballs and throw myself from the top of the parking garage.
To everyone I've been avoiding the past few days, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm a bad friend, but usually when I'm in this mood, its best if I pull myself out of the public equation...otherwise I'll just say something offensive. And you know I never mean it.
This weekend better kick ass. And this paycheck better have some extra money on it. When I get home tonight, I'm gonna start looking through what little personal belongings I have that I can sell on ebay. Considering that I moved here with only 4 bags of stuff...there isn't going to be much I can part with, but somehow, I have to make some money.
blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah meow meow meow meow. fuck.
So I got some great news on Friday. My parents filed my income taxes for me and I was expecting to get around 700 back. Turns out, theres some kind of error I made down the line, and they weren't taking much out of my paychecks, so I actually OWE 49.00. My stomach fucking flipped when I heard this because I'm behind on SO MUCH right now and now I'm in a real fucked up situation. Tomorrow I have to spend some time on the phone begging my student loan company to work with me. I'm not making enough money. I seriously
feel
like
I'm
drowning.
I'm back at square one. I shouldn't be so stressed about money all the time.
Some days I wake up and wonder what the fuck I was thinking when I decided to move out here. Its great here, and I really like it. And I hope this is just my cramps talking...but life was a lot easier in Austin. I hope at some point, it gets less difficult for me to live.
On the upside, I finally got a bed. One of the guys that used to live in my apartment had a queen size mattress and one of the other ex-roomies had an AWESOME brand new bed frame from Ikea that he wasn't using, so now I have a big awesome bed. Oh, and he threw in a tv as well. So thats one less thing.
They are playing this jamaican music at the store today. I think I seriously am going to gouge out my eyeballs and throw myself from the top of the parking garage.
To everyone I've been avoiding the past few days, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm a bad friend, but usually when I'm in this mood, its best if I pull myself out of the public equation...otherwise I'll just say something offensive. And you know I never mean it.
This weekend better kick ass. And this paycheck better have some extra money on it. When I get home tonight, I'm gonna start looking through what little personal belongings I have that I can sell on ebay. Considering that I moved here with only 4 bags of stuff...there isn't going to be much I can part with, but somehow, I have to make some money.
blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah meow meow meow meow. fuck.