I have no choice but to update my blog/journal/whatever.
Last week I went out with this girl. Turns out I'd be up against an ER doctor for her affections. I'm 28, live with my parents because I'm in debt up to my eyeballs, a chronic alcoholic and persistant drug abuser, and I drive a piece of shit car. So, naturally, I said "eff that noise." Again. Why I try in the first place, I'll never, ever understand.
I also started some online med classes for my CMA stuff. Late, by the way. Yeah, I went and got some dates mixed up in my head. So, my online group had to pull the slack while I was out keeping seats warm at bars, thinking "I'm gonna have to buckle down next week" the whole time.
My tax returns, which I thought were done and over with about a month and a half ago, are, in fact, not fucking done. The awesome part is that I have to get my W2 reissued from the self-righteous blowhards that run the corporate sector of my reluctant place of employ. This forces me to file an extension and wait even longer to get my return, something which would help immensely with my debt. Delayed gratification, perhaps?
That, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to come to a complete stop in my vehicle, step out, and blow the head off the next fuckwad that drafts me down 22 mile rd.
Needless to say, I need a vacation.
Last week I went out with this girl. Turns out I'd be up against an ER doctor for her affections. I'm 28, live with my parents because I'm in debt up to my eyeballs, a chronic alcoholic and persistant drug abuser, and I drive a piece of shit car. So, naturally, I said "eff that noise." Again. Why I try in the first place, I'll never, ever understand.
I also started some online med classes for my CMA stuff. Late, by the way. Yeah, I went and got some dates mixed up in my head. So, my online group had to pull the slack while I was out keeping seats warm at bars, thinking "I'm gonna have to buckle down next week" the whole time.
My tax returns, which I thought were done and over with about a month and a half ago, are, in fact, not fucking done. The awesome part is that I have to get my W2 reissued from the self-righteous blowhards that run the corporate sector of my reluctant place of employ. This forces me to file an extension and wait even longer to get my return, something which would help immensely with my debt. Delayed gratification, perhaps?
That, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to come to a complete stop in my vehicle, step out, and blow the head off the next fuckwad that drafts me down 22 mile rd.
Needless to say, I need a vacation.
how is everything else going?