Sometimes life sucks more than others, like Friday night for instance. I'm at target and my shoe breaks so bad that I threw it in the trash can and walked barefoot. I get home and decide to throw a load of laundry in and I get locked out of the house, so there I am stuck in the hot ass garage trying to figure out how to get out and at that point I already had the doors to the rest of the house locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Fifteen minutes later I manage to get into my house. Then my toilet starts gurgling and stuff comes up into my shower. Well it seems a few days earlier I threw some baby wipes into the toilet. So the place I rent from charged me 165 to fix it, and of course I dont have the money.
And then there was the fun at work today. I just finished getting my report done for the month and a lady I'm working with at the conference says we need to inventory our stuff, and then somebody else says I need to get all my entries into the computer for the quartely report, which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't two months behind on entries. So by some miracle and some determination I managed to get it all done.
I just want to put my stuff in storage and move the hell away from here. This house is the money pit and they never fix anything, and charge me 165 for putting two wet wipes in the frigging toilet. Shouldn't the septic be built better than that?
Where would I move to and what would I do for money and work and what would I do with Jeremiah? So many frigging decisions to make.
I'm just totally frustrated and stressed and giving up on this fucking place they call Life. I need to get away, damn it man.
And then there was the fun at work today. I just finished getting my report done for the month and a lady I'm working with at the conference says we need to inventory our stuff, and then somebody else says I need to get all my entries into the computer for the quartely report, which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't two months behind on entries. So by some miracle and some determination I managed to get it all done.
I just want to put my stuff in storage and move the hell away from here. This house is the money pit and they never fix anything, and charge me 165 for putting two wet wipes in the frigging toilet. Shouldn't the septic be built better than that?
Where would I move to and what would I do for money and work and what would I do with Jeremiah? So many frigging decisions to make.
I'm just totally frustrated and stressed and giving up on this fucking place they call Life. I need to get away, damn it man.