growing up sucks.
to quote john mayer, i wish i was six again.
seriously.
when i was six, if i found a quarter, i thought i was rich. if i heard the word 'taxes' i probably thought that person was talking about the place where the astros and the rangers played. life without responsibilities was sweet. of course, now i would be bored out of my mind without responsibilities, but this past month has been overkill.
the car break-in and all the repairs that came with it...then the school payment...then the removing of the wisdom teeth and the pain that came with it...then TAXES, fucking taxes and that money (although, in the end, my refund will end up covering what i paid H&R Block to do them, but those checks don't come for a million years)...and then the moving next week and the bank account drainage that accompanies it.
what the fuck. seriously...what. the. fuck.
i applied for a job at sony a couple weeks ago...i need it. bad. i will probably get it, but i would feel so much better right now, at this moment, if i knew for sure. cause i am feeling really poor. the jeans i'm wearing cost more than what i have available to spend in my bank account.
depressing.
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