hemightbegiant

My little brother is getting married tomorrow.
I am happy for him, but it means I have to deal with most of my family asking when Christine and I are going to get married...and I am so fucking tired of that question.
We'll get married when we fucking get married.

I hate the economy...
I am taking $20 payment plans (aka $20 whenever he has it...) on a fucking $75 snake...
I am not worried about him being able to feed her because he raises rats...but having to accept payment plans on a $75 snake sucks. ( she is worth $125-150 but he is a loyal follower on youtube so I cut him a deal. Plus, he will talk me up to his friends and stuff which leads to future customers)

My legs are covered in Poison Ivy and it's driving me insane.
-Me

-added-
I guess the landlord should know what is going on by Tuesday.
If this place is going up for auction, I am done with life. I will sell all my snakes, find a home for my cats, pack enough to survive in my car and head West.
A friend of mine told me that the gold mines in Nevada are paying top dollar for people with degrees in various science fields...
I will head there and just start over...with or without Christine.
That's how far life is pushing me right now...

I suppose I will find out Tuesday.

-Me