Today I was an hour late for work because I had a boot put on my car. I tried to park on King St after work last night, but even though it was just after 6:30, because it was a Saturday there were NO spaces. So, I get up this morning, ready to go, walk out to where I parked -- and there they are, sitting on my tire.
$60 down the whole. "Hey, well, maybe this will cheer you up. If you had waited just another hour, you would be paying $120." I told him it might as well be a million, in that case, because I couldn't afford to pay it.
I AM BROKE, y'all. Broke broke broke. And bills keep coming.
When I was younger, I was told that if I was smart enough, and I worked hard, I could get scholarships and go to college and then get a job, and it really didn't matter what my degree was in as long as I got one, because then I was proving that I was a capable, intelligent hard worker, BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH, and I'd get paid and everything would be ok.
LIES LIES LIES FUCKING LIES.
So, essentially, this morning any naive hopes of being able to stay in Boone have pretty much been shattered.
Fuck, I do not want to move back to Jacksonville. I do not want to ask my parents for money. I just want to pay my bills and write and live in PEACE.
Money = root of all evil, y'all.
THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE.
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