beware: bitch-fest
Now, we've all complained about being poor. As have I, in the past.
But believe me THIS time when I say, I am the poorest I have ever been, to date.
I have not yet paid my rent. Which, was due 9 days ago.
I have not paid any bills, of which I owe close to $200.
I recieved my nth call today from the creditors for a consumer's bill from last year that my ex-roomates stiffed me on, which is $96.
I have not a drop of gas in my tank, I have been walking to school. (bonus; my ass looks great).
I ate oatmeal for dinner last night and a 44-cent frozen burrito from meijer. Walked there, too.
For breakfast I ate the last slice of bread with peanut butter. Lunch will be a squash. Yes, a fucking squash.
Terry gets paid today, but he, too, has bills which will take more than half his check. So no help there.
I haven't had a cigarette in two days.
Why all this poverty?
Because Western Michigan University is a fucking pile of shit and i hate it.
They are so inefficient and backassward that it's a joke.
Even my professors, and the people at the financial aid office talk shit about Western.
I filled out my Loan-Acceptance form TWO WEEKS AGO and it hasn't even been processed.
Finally today I went into the office and said Look, I'm dying here, WHERE IS MY MONEY??!!
I haven't bought a SINGLE text book.
They didn't even know what happened to my request, and apologized. It "got lost" somewhere in the system, somewhere between me turning in the form, and them processing it.
Now my check will for sure be here NEXT TUESDAY.
I don't know how I'm going to do it.
I guess I still have that small can of mini-hotdogs that Chris gave me. p.s. love you
As for the rest of my life. I dunno. Terry might have a job in Texas after the first of the year, and if he gets it he would take it. Which means who knows for us.
And, he hates it here. He doesn't like his job, our roommate is annoying as hell (she is), he has no friends of his own and doesn't make any because he works alone and sleeps during the day, we have NO money AT ALL......
my dream is dissolving before my eyes and I don't know how to save it.
I am okay, though. I am in generally good spirits. I am just fucking STRESSED OUT beyond comprehension, hungry, in need of a cigarette, and I wish I was drunk. haha, maybe I can find something to sell.
I miss you.
Anne
But believe me THIS time when I say, I am the poorest I have ever been, to date.
I have not yet paid my rent. Which, was due 9 days ago.
I have not paid any bills, of which I owe close to $200.
I recieved my nth call today from the creditors for a consumer's bill from last year that my ex-roomates stiffed me on, which is $96.
I have not a drop of gas in my tank, I have been walking to school. (bonus; my ass looks great).
I ate oatmeal for dinner last night and a 44-cent frozen burrito from meijer. Walked there, too.
For breakfast I ate the last slice of bread with peanut butter. Lunch will be a squash. Yes, a fucking squash.
Terry gets paid today, but he, too, has bills which will take more than half his check. So no help there.
I haven't had a cigarette in two days.
Why all this poverty?
Because Western Michigan University is a fucking pile of shit and i hate it.
They are so inefficient and backassward that it's a joke.
Even my professors, and the people at the financial aid office talk shit about Western.
I filled out my Loan-Acceptance form TWO WEEKS AGO and it hasn't even been processed.
Finally today I went into the office and said Look, I'm dying here, WHERE IS MY MONEY??!!
I haven't bought a SINGLE text book.
They didn't even know what happened to my request, and apologized. It "got lost" somewhere in the system, somewhere between me turning in the form, and them processing it.
Now my check will for sure be here NEXT TUESDAY.
I don't know how I'm going to do it.
I guess I still have that small can of mini-hotdogs that Chris gave me. p.s. love you
As for the rest of my life. I dunno. Terry might have a job in Texas after the first of the year, and if he gets it he would take it. Which means who knows for us.
And, he hates it here. He doesn't like his job, our roommate is annoying as hell (she is), he has no friends of his own and doesn't make any because he works alone and sleeps during the day, we have NO money AT ALL......
my dream is dissolving before my eyes and I don't know how to save it.
I am okay, though. I am in generally good spirits. I am just fucking STRESSED OUT beyond comprehension, hungry, in need of a cigarette, and I wish I was drunk. haha, maybe I can find something to sell.
I miss you.
Anne