I wish it didn’t have to be so bad
13 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
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I am an addict. I’ve been at the private board for TTC only a week and I can’t. get. enough. of. it! I check in on the computer and on my phone. I get cranky if I can’t check during my break at work b/c the @$%#$@ drive thru line was too slow. I try not to check it when MB is around (the whole “Ter’s addicted to her phone” thing… blah blah blah). I feel like I’ve found a TTC home.
Otherwise… I’m broker than a… ::fill in your favorite metaphor here::. All my school money has gone the way of the buffalo and my store money is getting eaten up by bills and overdraft fees — because I’m an effin’ rockstar and, silly me, think that gas for my car and groceries are important things to have. I just called The Ridiculously Expensive Gift Shop to talk to the lady who does our schedules, but the phones up in the office are wonky and she’ll either call me back today (pshh… I’m sure) or I’ll see her tomorrow.
I’m here to tell y’all, in no uncertain terms, it is nearly impossible to get by on $170 a week when you’re over $10k in debt. There… I said it. All my credit cards are close to being maxed. I have some loose change in my cup holders, in my wristlet’s change pocket, and a winning smile. That’s it.
MB just got word that layoffs begin July 15…
… and the tenant’s waterheater just shit the bed…
… right after MB bought disc harrows for the tractor…
… my car inspection and an oil change is due…
… we have very little groceries in the house…
… MB’s bills are still stupid, just like mine…
… and it’s only June…
… FML.
The title of this blog is brought to you by one of my favorite Blink 182 songs — Wendy Clear (let’s see if I can get this to post):
