menulis

Scared money don't make none.

Tonight will be uneventful for the most part, seeing as how I have to work anyway. I'm getting my paycheck soon, then driving over to Dave's to see if he can fit me in real quicklike for a red star tat... *crosses fingers*

(update - he didn't have any time today before I had to goto work, so we're going to try again tomorrow)

Blah.

Bankshots tonight, for sure.

I've been thinking about political issues way too much lately. I work with two people who used to be Representatives, so we're always on the subject. Especially the past two weeks with the NYT Magazine multi-part story about the class wars to use as discussion fuel. But I'm starting to hate everyone and everything again, so I need to mellow off that topic and veer towards something else.

I keep on thinking about being homeless. It, frankly, sucked. I wasn't the person I usually am when I was like that. When I have to concentrate on survival above all else, I turned into an evil person that I would rather not ever ever be again. I will always hate that part of me.

I dunno. But now I'm back on my feet and trying to make amends with the various people/social ghosts/places that will accept it, and the others can kiss my booty.

It's amazing how much self-loathing one person can have.

Good thing my poochies still love me.

Bankshots for sure.