First thing is first
Once again it is coming. There is no stopping this monthly apocalypse. It is once again time to lock myself in my room curled in the fetal position. That's right, the first of the month is about to arrive. It is good to know that I have a regular appointment with failure. I can't even imagine a day, or even a world for that matter, in which I could live where the first of the month wouldn't be a silent death.
It's amazing, I live in a prison of my own making. It doesn't matter if at the time of its construction I thought it was going to be a nice cottage looking over the shore. I should have realized that wasn't the shore but a sewage waste leak. My eyes are bigger than my stomach and my budget is bigger than my wallet.
But it is getting better. I am quite proud of myself in that I have almost caught up to current time. Almost. But I don't like to think that I am behind on things, so I just think of it as I am one step ahead of my paycheck. This way I can look at it in a positive light.
I must continue to play the lottery in hopes of salvation. Money may not make you happy, but currently it is the only thing that is making me unhappy. Believe it or not I am a happy and well adjusted person, but it is amazing the effect of stressing over finances can have. I never knew the evil of money. It is a horrible thing. It's one small thing that impacts everything. I can't believe that the one thing that brings me misery is paper. It's just paper. And yet paper tears flow each month.
But maybe I do it to myself because this is the punishment I have grown use to. My pure stupidity of picking a life I can't afford has to be for some reason. I never knew. I don't know how all those people do it. How can they hold on each month by a shoe string when the shoe only has velcro? Hurray for socialism. When does the revolution start? Not like it would help to know because I can't afford a watch. But that is a good thing because that way I can't see my life ticking away.
It's amazing, I live in a prison of my own making. It doesn't matter if at the time of its construction I thought it was going to be a nice cottage looking over the shore. I should have realized that wasn't the shore but a sewage waste leak. My eyes are bigger than my stomach and my budget is bigger than my wallet.
But it is getting better. I am quite proud of myself in that I have almost caught up to current time. Almost. But I don't like to think that I am behind on things, so I just think of it as I am one step ahead of my paycheck. This way I can look at it in a positive light.
I must continue to play the lottery in hopes of salvation. Money may not make you happy, but currently it is the only thing that is making me unhappy. Believe it or not I am a happy and well adjusted person, but it is amazing the effect of stressing over finances can have. I never knew the evil of money. It is a horrible thing. It's one small thing that impacts everything. I can't believe that the one thing that brings me misery is paper. It's just paper. And yet paper tears flow each month.
But maybe I do it to myself because this is the punishment I have grown use to. My pure stupidity of picking a life I can't afford has to be for some reason. I never knew. I don't know how all those people do it. How can they hold on each month by a shoe string when the shoe only has velcro? Hurray for socialism. When does the revolution start? Not like it would help to know because I can't afford a watch. But that is a good thing because that way I can't see my life ticking away.
posted by Whit at 6:17 AM
3 Comments:
did you hear back from that other place? And what's this about two thoughts now? It's not "just" a thought anymore? Don't you think you're getting a bit too greedy? I'm just kidding. Has your font always been red? Or is it because we're approaching the Scorpio home-month?
It has not always been red. I revamped my blog a few weeks ago when I was at my desk all day and bored out of my mind. I learned to add custom colors. I like the red a lot. It is a little hard to read but it looks cool. After all, it's not what you say but how it looks when it is said.
Yeah, I like the red. It's very you. Very Scorpio. The passion (red) against the mystic well (black). Very nice.
Hey, guess who was an AD on Romy and Michele? My pt. She told me so many stories. yes, Mira was a bitch and they didn't get along. I said, you and I probably want to have a panel session with her. Maybe she can give us insider tips on the dance???
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