A new day, a bad day, a crappy life
I have no idea how long it's been since I've written here. I haven't had time. I've graduated college. I've looked (unsuccessfully) for a job.

But today, I just need someone to talk to, but if I actually talk to someone then there'll be all that "let me help you" crap that makes me uncomfortable.

See, our income has gone down while our expenses have risen. I find that's a pretty common occurence lately. I mean, please, has anyone out there (not that anyone is probably reading this) seen any deregulated industry actually produce lower prices? Is your phone bill, your cable bill and now gas or electric lower now that it's deregulated. Cause, mine's not.

Anyway, we're out of money. I've never been so close to homelessness, starvation, and all the other things that usually show up on made for tv movies. My savings are gone. Checking shows nine bucks. The contractor Dave works with didn't turn in his work, so no paycheck. No money for gas, supplies, bills, food. This is the kind of story that's supposed to end with the girl marrying a rich guy pretending to be poor. Or winning the lottery, getting a windfall from some previously unknown and distant relative.

Yeah, that's gonna happen.

Reading: Anything that distracts me

A new day, a bad day, a crappy life - 30 January 2004
Judging Kandi - 03 December 2003
Comfort Food for the brain - 28 November 2003
Buffy, kids - 14 November 2003
Testing, 1,2,3 and Passing them - 13 November 2003
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