poison

Sep 10, 2005 22:13

I seriously have a problem. I love to spend money. Maybe because all my life that's all i heard from my parents. No money for this, no money for that. It's come to the point where I got tired of hearing about money problems that i didn't think it was such a big deal. I thought over and over, "money don't mean a thang"..."money is the root of all evil" and so on. I know I'm never going to marry for money, have sex for money, or anything that would sell me out personally. I still have comfort knowing that I worked for EVERYTHING i have. I've had a job since I was 13. It's kinda sad knowing that I'm going to work for the rest of my life. I want to have kids someday, but the thought haunts me that I'm going to turn out like my parents. Ugh.

Today i did some psychology homework with Ray. I also did some math homework at chop and wok while waiting for Donna to get off work. We listened to quiet riot the whole time. Fucking awesome. I don't care what anyone says. Zeb is a good guy. I can't wait to start working there. Fucking 2 week notice blows :buh:

My sister, her husband, and Nanette are coming here next weekend (maybe) so we can go to edge fest. My dad might come also and bring my queen sized bed :D along with my record player, records and 45's, and computer. I can't fucking wait! My little sister is bringing her little friend and staying at the hotel with my dad while Rochelle and Nanette stay here at the apartment. It's gonna be awesome. I'm calling in sick that saturday and come in with a hangover Sunday...fuck it. I haven't gone to work shit faced in a long while. Maybe they'll send me home lol.
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