Salad Days.
What was the real meaning of that anyway? How can the term "salad days" possibly equate with being youthful and naive? I don't get it. To me, it means the days in which I dine on nothing but salads in order to slim down! Those days are here now. I made a really nice bunch of dark greens, thin, crisp slices of D'Anjou pear, crumbled roquefort cheese, and glazed pecans all tossed in Paul Newman's balsamic vinaigrette for lunch. Marie Callendar's version of this salad is twenty times better, but I can't afford $11 and change each time I want a plate of rabbit food.
Money is tight right now. Terribly, unforgivingly tight. So tight in fact, that the mere thought of paying rent and the couple of hundred I owe to the IRS (those fuckers) is making me depressed. We are barely going to make it this month, seriously. We found a great guy who comes and pays cash money for CDs, which is cool, since we had over 200 to get rid off. Walked away with $240 that night and that helped some, but not nearly enough. I need to post some more stuff on Gothic Auctions, too. Every little bit helps when you barely have anything at all.
I don't know what I was thinking when I got it in my head to have a hundred guests, an array of food, a hosted bar (even for one hour, it's going to cost us a grand!) and all the other accoutrements and embellishments for this wedding. I'm looking forward to it, sure. But the biggest payoff will be the honeymoon. That will be the most enjoyable part of all. Time for our minds to unwind. And our wallets? Well...
Oh to be youthful and naive, with boundless amounts of money and indiscretion.
Oh and by the way, one of my male cats is gay and keeps humping and torturing my younger male cat. I guess that makes him gay AND a pedophile. Fucking great.
And the shit just keeps on piling on.
Someone just kill me please?
What was the real meaning of that anyway? How can the term "salad days" possibly equate with being youthful and naive? I don't get it. To me, it means the days in which I dine on nothing but salads in order to slim down! Those days are here now. I made a really nice bunch of dark greens, thin, crisp slices of D'Anjou pear, crumbled roquefort cheese, and glazed pecans all tossed in Paul Newman's balsamic vinaigrette for lunch. Marie Callendar's version of this salad is twenty times better, but I can't afford $11 and change each time I want a plate of rabbit food.
Money is tight right now. Terribly, unforgivingly tight. So tight in fact, that the mere thought of paying rent and the couple of hundred I owe to the IRS (those fuckers) is making me depressed. We are barely going to make it this month, seriously. We found a great guy who comes and pays cash money for CDs, which is cool, since we had over 200 to get rid off. Walked away with $240 that night and that helped some, but not nearly enough. I need to post some more stuff on Gothic Auctions, too. Every little bit helps when you barely have anything at all.
I don't know what I was thinking when I got it in my head to have a hundred guests, an array of food, a hosted bar (even for one hour, it's going to cost us a grand!) and all the other accoutrements and embellishments for this wedding. I'm looking forward to it, sure. But the biggest payoff will be the honeymoon. That will be the most enjoyable part of all. Time for our minds to unwind. And our wallets? Well...
Oh to be youthful and naive, with boundless amounts of money and indiscretion.
Oh and by the way, one of my male cats is gay and keeps humping and torturing my younger male cat. I guess that makes him gay AND a pedophile. Fucking great.
And the shit just keeps on piling on.
Someone just kill me please?
just think if snoop and the crew come by how great your wedding will look on MTV