The Dementors Strike....
Yes, it's a Harry Potter reference, but if you don't understand it too bad, I don't feel like explaining it...
I got up really early today, guess it's cause I went to sleep really early.. I was hungry, thirsty, and needed a smoke and there was nothing here so I went to bed... anyways.. I got up at 5 am, came out her and checked the bank account cause today is payday....
Apparently we were about 400 in the hole last night, I don't know, I didn't look.. so yeah, today is payday and we have not even 300... tomorrow is my birthday, I had all these plans and expectations... thinking we were gonna have soo much fun this weekend... thought Saturday was gonna be the best nose-bleed party of the year... WRONG.. now I don't even think I am getting a present...
So, I sat here and looked at the screen.. my stomach turning... my blood pressure rising... mind you I'm not even fully awake at this point... I was still wondering what the fuck i was gonna do all day... when I saw how much money we had I just stared.. feeling blank... then I felt a tear run down my cheek... that turned into full blown crying moments later.
It's not the coke I was crying about, I'm not some junkie... that was just an added bonus as far as it concerned me.... it wasn't even presents that I was crying about.. I guess it was everything as a whole... I spent the past 2 weeks anticipating this weekend and how much fun I was gonna have.. and to have it all taken away from me before I was even awake was just too much.. it's still too much for me to handle...
Chuckie had to go to work, he had this look to him like he felt my pain.. I could see that he was trying to come up with an idea to give me what I wanted.. he's such a good guy.. always putting me before everything else.. now if only he'd just listen to me once in awhile... everytime I give him his debit card this happens.. i'm not exagerating either, EVERYTIME! I think he felt so bad because he KNEW this could have been prevented... he knew we were planning to go out this weekend, and that didn't matter to him at the time..
I don't know whether I should embrace him for trying to come up with a plan for keeping my birthday alive, or be furious that he had to buy his shrooms and booze last weekend.. all I know is I feel like I am the saddest person in the world, and I feel like it would take a mirical to keep this weekends plans afloat...
I wish it wasn't so early in the morning.. at least I would have someone to talk to...
I got up really early today, guess it's cause I went to sleep really early.. I was hungry, thirsty, and needed a smoke and there was nothing here so I went to bed... anyways.. I got up at 5 am, came out her and checked the bank account cause today is payday....
Apparently we were about 400 in the hole last night, I don't know, I didn't look.. so yeah, today is payday and we have not even 300... tomorrow is my birthday, I had all these plans and expectations... thinking we were gonna have soo much fun this weekend... thought Saturday was gonna be the best nose-bleed party of the year... WRONG.. now I don't even think I am getting a present...
So, I sat here and looked at the screen.. my stomach turning... my blood pressure rising... mind you I'm not even fully awake at this point... I was still wondering what the fuck i was gonna do all day... when I saw how much money we had I just stared.. feeling blank... then I felt a tear run down my cheek... that turned into full blown crying moments later.
It's not the coke I was crying about, I'm not some junkie... that was just an added bonus as far as it concerned me.... it wasn't even presents that I was crying about.. I guess it was everything as a whole... I spent the past 2 weeks anticipating this weekend and how much fun I was gonna have.. and to have it all taken away from me before I was even awake was just too much.. it's still too much for me to handle...
Chuckie had to go to work, he had this look to him like he felt my pain.. I could see that he was trying to come up with an idea to give me what I wanted.. he's such a good guy.. always putting me before everything else.. now if only he'd just listen to me once in awhile... everytime I give him his debit card this happens.. i'm not exagerating either, EVERYTIME! I think he felt so bad because he KNEW this could have been prevented... he knew we were planning to go out this weekend, and that didn't matter to him at the time..
I don't know whether I should embrace him for trying to come up with a plan for keeping my birthday alive, or be furious that he had to buy his shrooms and booze last weekend.. all I know is I feel like I am the saddest person in the world, and I feel like it would take a mirical to keep this weekends plans afloat...
I wish it wasn't so early in the morning.. at least I would have someone to talk to...