Drama, drama, drama...
And I probably bring it upon myself through unwise decisions and such, but jebus christ my life does not want for drama.
The latest in As The Worm Turns:
My car was going to be repo'd, and might still be. This after I've paid off the majority of the balance, all but 5 payments. Which means I've paid $18,539, and I owe approx $1800. Sad. Very very sad.
So I convinced my grandfolks to front my way to D.C., and instead of flying up there for an interview, I'm having a phone interview, and pulling a sneaky manuver where I use the money that would have gone towards my trip and putting it towards my car instead. Conniving, yes, but it just may save me $18,539.
I got to see my very favorite person in the world for almost 24 whole hours, and got to get the hell outta Austin too, which was wonderful. It's a damn shame driving my car to and from Houston isn't a paying job.
Just when I think everything is crumbling around my shoulders it all comes together again, which is reason number five hundred kajillion why I shouldn't freak the hell out. Duh.
And I probably bring it upon myself through unwise decisions and such, but jebus christ my life does not want for drama.
The latest in As The Worm Turns:
My car was going to be repo'd, and might still be. This after I've paid off the majority of the balance, all but 5 payments. Which means I've paid $18,539, and I owe approx $1800. Sad. Very very sad.
So I convinced my grandfolks to front my way to D.C., and instead of flying up there for an interview, I'm having a phone interview, and pulling a sneaky manuver where I use the money that would have gone towards my trip and putting it towards my car instead. Conniving, yes, but it just may save me $18,539.
I got to see my very favorite person in the world for almost 24 whole hours, and got to get the hell outta Austin too, which was wonderful. It's a damn shame driving my car to and from Houston isn't a paying job.
Just when I think everything is crumbling around my shoulders it all comes together again, which is reason number five hundred kajillion why I shouldn't freak the hell out. Duh.
I NEED WORK, i am so sad.