My car is so royally fucked.
I have no money, at all.
I am so royally fucked.
I love that Bubble Boy and Tastey decided to die at the same time.
No not really, it's actually extremely annoying and inconvenient.
Luckily Matthew has persuaded his parentals to let him steal their car while they're away.
But that still doesn't solve the problem of me not having a car to drive, or money to fix it.
Now I have to catch the train to work or force Matt to drive me.
Sad thing is I don't really have enough money to catch the train.
Unless I scrounge around the house for any coins we have lying around.
Oh god I am so poor it's ridiculous.
If only I could do 8 hours at Stellar and be RICH, kinda.
But no, I care about my sanity too much.
I'm trying to work out a plan that involves me quitting.
I'll let you know when I come up with a good one.
Going out in summer SUCKS. Oh god it was terrible.
Last night was fun and all, it was just so hot I couldn't be bothered dancing, or standing, or even drinking.
I'm going to go lay on the tiles, I'm sweating like a whore in church.