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verbicideI have way too much grownup shit to deal with today. Wah!!
Once work is over, I have to get ready for Jan's writing workshop at 4pm. Granted, I'm dying to go to that. Just um not today. *whine* And since it's at freaking 4pm,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jeff_nw can't come *sad* But maybe Paula will be there, which always amps up the hilarity. I can see my parents glowering at me and asking if I'm going to class to have fun or to LEARN. Well, both, goddammit!!!
Then I have to finish my tax shit. Worst part of being a consultant without a taxplan means I end up owing assloads of money at the end of the year. That's right baby. $1,104. Wah!! Did I save? Don't be ridiculous. After expenses, my monthly surplus fund comes out to $.15. Bleh. So over this being poor thing. Considering cutting off cable completely as I only watch tv once a month when I'm particularly bored with nothing to do. Shit, still have to return the goddamn cable box that is sitting idly under the tv stand gathering dust. Oh shit, must pay cable bill, too. Argh!!!
I have to go to Rite-Aid to pick up prescriptions. Not the one in freaking Richmond Beach which was like 100miles farther away than the guy at the Rite Aid closest to me claimed. So also must figure out a close Rite-Aid. Mrh. Just lied to my dad and told him, after he asked for the 800th time if I did, that I had picked up the prescription, so if they don't honor it anymore, I'm busted. Crap.
I have to go to B&N to buy the damn textbooks already and then sit my ass down there, AWAY from the distraction of the net and get cranking on this motherfucking Information Plan. Which needs to fuck off and die.
Have decided that overnight, I've started looking 30. I didn't last week. I swear to fucking god I looked 28 two weeks ago. I remember my cousin Z once said that she was going to be dragged kicking and screaming into middle-age, wearing leopard print bustiers and miniskirts and dying her hair and basically enjoying some illusion of youth in hooker-heels. Can't do that myself. I don't think I could handle the pointed stares and snickers. Since I hate my haircut, I have taken to sticking my hair in pigtails. Does that make me look like I'm trying too hard? Some people at class took the time to tell me it looked cute. Even though NB's overlychirpy 'you should put ribbons and bows in it!!!' was met with uncomfortable silence from all of us and my horrified, 'um nooooooo,' I did value Cam and Saan's opinion.
OMFG *shrieks, hurls self at ground for proper tantrum*
Ahhh. I feel better now. Back to work or some semblance thereof.
Once work is over, I have to get ready for Jan's writing workshop at 4pm. Granted, I'm dying to go to that. Just um not today. *whine* And since it's at freaking 4pm,
jeff_nw can't come *sad* But maybe Paula will be there, which always amps up the hilarity. I can see my parents glowering at me and asking if I'm going to class to have fun or to LEARN. Well, both, goddammit!!!Then I have to finish my tax shit. Worst part of being a consultant without a taxplan means I end up owing assloads of money at the end of the year. That's right baby. $1,104. Wah!! Did I save? Don't be ridiculous. After expenses, my monthly surplus fund comes out to $.15. Bleh. So over this being poor thing. Considering cutting off cable completely as I only watch tv once a month when I'm particularly bored with nothing to do. Shit, still have to return the goddamn cable box that is sitting idly under the tv stand gathering dust. Oh shit, must pay cable bill, too. Argh!!!
I have to go to Rite-Aid to pick up prescriptions. Not the one in freaking Richmond Beach which was like 100miles farther away than the guy at the Rite Aid closest to me claimed. So also must figure out a close Rite-Aid. Mrh. Just lied to my dad and told him, after he asked for the 800th time if I did, that I had picked up the prescription, so if they don't honor it anymore, I'm busted. Crap.
I have to go to B&N to buy the damn textbooks already and then sit my ass down there, AWAY from the distraction of the net and get cranking on this motherfucking Information Plan. Which needs to fuck off and die.
Have decided that overnight, I've started looking 30. I didn't last week. I swear to fucking god I looked 28 two weeks ago. I remember my cousin Z once said that she was going to be dragged kicking and screaming into middle-age, wearing leopard print bustiers and miniskirts and dying her hair and basically enjoying some illusion of youth in hooker-heels. Can't do that myself. I don't think I could handle the pointed stares and snickers. Since I hate my haircut, I have taken to sticking my hair in pigtails. Does that make me look like I'm trying too hard? Some people at class took the time to tell me it looked cute. Even though NB's overlychirpy 'you should put ribbons and bows in it!!!' was met with uncomfortable silence from all of us and my horrified, 'um nooooooo,' I did value Cam and Saan's opinion.
OMFG *shrieks, hurls self at ground for proper tantrum*
Ahhh. I feel better now. Back to work or some semblance thereof.
