Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaauck
I finally have a steady job at my dad's office. I'll mostly be doing the same stuff I've always done from 8am-5pm on Fridays, Mondays, and Wednesdays. Yay for money.
I'm trying to get better at watercolor painting, but I mess up a lot and supplies are so freaking expensive. Oh, but wait! I can actually afford them now! Yay again for money.
Also trying to write stories about my dreams, like Tom suggested. I wish I weren't so critical about my writing, because maybe then I could actually get a sentance down. Nope, money doesn't help.
Need a bottle of Spider Killer. Yay for money.
My chest still feels like a pop can. Damn useless money.
We'll try and ease the pain,
But somehow we'll feel the same.
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go.
I'm trying to get better at watercolor painting, but I mess up a lot and supplies are so freaking expensive. Oh, but wait! I can actually afford them now! Yay again for money.
Also trying to write stories about my dreams, like Tom suggested. I wish I weren't so critical about my writing, because maybe then I could actually get a sentance down. Nope, money doesn't help.
Need a bottle of Spider Killer. Yay for money.
My chest still feels like a pop can. Damn useless money.
We'll try and ease the pain,
But somehow we'll feel the same.
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go.