So, I'll probably have to get a part-time job or keep looking for a higher paying sole job because finances are not looking too fucking bright right now.
Yeah, I have a real hard time finding any sympathy for rich bitches like Britney Spears or Paris Hilton when I have to struggle on a daily basis going to a job I hate and working with stupid people whose heads I'd like to dunk under water. Alas, this is the daily struggle most of us face unfortunately. I just don't know how people with kids do it. I really don't! I'm having a hard time just keeping myself afloat! It sucks! It royally sucks! I don't want a mortgage no more. I think I was happier paying rent, but fell into the trap of believing that owning my own place would be cooler and give me a stronger financial standing. I guess over time it does, but doing this for only one year has been terribly hard. It's very stressful and ridiculously annoying. Sure, having one's own place is pretty cool and all, but it is so freakin' expensive, and very hard to keep my little empire going. I constantly fear foreclosure and eviction and pushing a cart collecting cans and bottles for a living. EEK!
I really wish I could just run away and get away from it all sometimes; fly off like a bird with wings! Whose stupid cruel joke was this?! NOT ONLY AM I MORTAL AND EXPECTED TO DIE ONE DAY, BUT DURING MY LIFE I HAVE TO STRUGGLE AND WORRY ABOUT MONEY?! WHAT THE EF?! ARGH! DAMN YOU GODS OF OLYMPUS! SO THIS IS CAPITALISM?! And nothing is getting cheaper. Food and gas are getting worse, whilst salaries at work stay stagnant. I'll just continue popping my psychotropic med and looking for that right therapist or support group that will help me cope with these irritating daily financial struggles and other issues. Now I know why alcohol and drugs are so abused and adored! Now I know why people jump off clips or slit their wrists! It all makes perfect delicious morbid sense! UGH!
I suppose making money on the side selling my body to rich old men is not entirely out of the question, although God forbid if I have to even go there. Don't they pay bloggers like me to write useless crap like this very post you're reading? I may need a new roommate, but it is hard to find someone dependable and decent to live with. I gotta play the lottery more often than I do, although the odds of winning the considerable amount of money I need to stop feeling so damn miserable are low. Way low. Don't I have a rich old dying uncle somewhere that has an inheritance of at least one million dollars for me?
Alas, the bills will keep on coming no matter how much I whine or complain. My goal/quest for complete sweet bliss and hedonism will have to wait a while longer while I sort out this financial bump in the road.
Oh sweet beautiful mushroom cloud, where art thou?
P.S. A loving tribute to Jerry Falwell: