what's up in the wonderful world of me, you ask?
again, a whole lot of not much.
so the party was a pseudo success. long involved story there. the space was great, the decorating looked good, the music was wonderful. the turn out sucked ass. i think this was largely in part to the fact that the person who was doing the party with me flaked out and stole my money and refused to answer her phone. hers was the phone number on the flyer invitation to call for information and directions and i think the place was too hard to find with out some help. most of those folks who made it said they had to map quest it. oh well. maybe we'll try another one another time and advertise it better this time. at any rate, i had a good birthday and yippie and stuff.
i'm hating all over money. i have a huge list of things that i need and want to spend money on, however, the money has not been growing on the trees near my house lately. besides being ripped off for the rent for the party venue and having to pay for it over again. i also ended up shelling out twice what i was going to spend on it because the person who was sharing costs with me flaked out. what the fuck is the matter with people? they finally have started offering overtime at work again and would gladly work me 16 hours a day till i drop, but i'm burnt out on the volumous amounts of retarded little staff dramas and petty bullshit and can hardly stand to be at work these days. i only picked up two extra shifts this week but could totaly have worked every day if i had wanted to. they keep saying things are changing and settling down and will be wonderful soon. i'm trying to wait out the crap time without quitting and going to work at burger king or something.
so yeah... money money money. evil. hatred. ugliness
Rachel's shopping list.
1) go the fucking dentist. i broke a tooth and need to get it fixed. ($500)
2) insure and register my car, been driving illegally for 3 months. ($200)
3) i put the down payment on the art for my chest tattoo more than 6 months ago and have not been back to even check the art work much less start the work. ($300)
4) the six piercings i had put in my right ear for helix jewelry have been healed for a while and it's time to go back and get the jewelry put in. ($150)
5) need to have surgery to remove the bone spur from my left heel and 6 weeks of missed work to recuperate from it ( $10,000)
amount i made on last pay check after taxes/insurance & with no over time ($620)
so yeah, i'm taking donations. gonna walk around with a sad look on my face and a donation jar and some fairy stranger will surely come and drop several thousand dollars in it just to make me smile. i truely hate money.
i don't seem to have anything pleasant or exciting to share in journal... so i'm done.
yay!
again, a whole lot of not much.
so the party was a pseudo success. long involved story there. the space was great, the decorating looked good, the music was wonderful. the turn out sucked ass. i think this was largely in part to the fact that the person who was doing the party with me flaked out and stole my money and refused to answer her phone. hers was the phone number on the flyer invitation to call for information and directions and i think the place was too hard to find with out some help. most of those folks who made it said they had to map quest it. oh well. maybe we'll try another one another time and advertise it better this time. at any rate, i had a good birthday and yippie and stuff.
i'm hating all over money. i have a huge list of things that i need and want to spend money on, however, the money has not been growing on the trees near my house lately. besides being ripped off for the rent for the party venue and having to pay for it over again. i also ended up shelling out twice what i was going to spend on it because the person who was sharing costs with me flaked out. what the fuck is the matter with people? they finally have started offering overtime at work again and would gladly work me 16 hours a day till i drop, but i'm burnt out on the volumous amounts of retarded little staff dramas and petty bullshit and can hardly stand to be at work these days. i only picked up two extra shifts this week but could totaly have worked every day if i had wanted to. they keep saying things are changing and settling down and will be wonderful soon. i'm trying to wait out the crap time without quitting and going to work at burger king or something.
so yeah... money money money. evil. hatred. ugliness
Rachel's shopping list.
1) go the fucking dentist. i broke a tooth and need to get it fixed. ($500)
2) insure and register my car, been driving illegally for 3 months. ($200)
3) i put the down payment on the art for my chest tattoo more than 6 months ago and have not been back to even check the art work much less start the work. ($300)
4) the six piercings i had put in my right ear for helix jewelry have been healed for a while and it's time to go back and get the jewelry put in. ($150)
5) need to have surgery to remove the bone spur from my left heel and 6 weeks of missed work to recuperate from it ( $10,000)
amount i made on last pay check after taxes/insurance & with no over time ($620)
so yeah, i'm taking donations. gonna walk around with a sad look on my face and a donation jar and some fairy stranger will surely come and drop several thousand dollars in it just to make me smile. i truely hate money.
i don't seem to have anything pleasant or exciting to share in journal... so i'm done.
yay!
And yes, money sucks ass.. through a straw, damnitt, through a straw!
I really wish this girl just sucked and that'd be that but unfortunately she has genuine personality problems.
I've helped her with them for years, but I've said goodbye (for now) because they are her problems not mine.
I said goodbye 2 years ago, spent that time away and it didn't change anything.
So I'm going to get on with other things in life and pretend sex and relationships don't exist.
And I only wish I knew where to find kinky sex, especially with zero confidence.
Sorry, still in withdrawal- I will get less doom and gloomy in time I promise