datura

You know when you fix your car, and you spend all you have, and then a month or two later, bada bing, another seven hundred plus bones. All for a car that's not worth all too much anymore anyway. It's like, sure, it's just material issues, and not something that really affects my actual being, but it fucking SUCKS. I don't have that kind of bread. And car places don't like take payment plans. So shitty man. All my technology is acting all millenium:printer stopped working last month, computer won't boot up today, car decided to fucking shit it's oil pump after I just paid to have the timing belt and clutch done. Fuck. I'm feeling all shitty and downtrodden, all centering around serious financial worry. Yes, money doesn't buy happiness, but it helps when you aren't feeling all too stoked! Rent's due. It's like going backwards. I went back to school to finish my degree and I'm more penniless than ever, which is why I didn't finish school in the first place. What a messed up circle. Yeah, so next time maybe I will be all like ecstatic for some bizarre reason, like the shit hitting the fun causes me hysterical joy or something. On Sunday, my friend and I left voicemails on our friends cells, and I was so upset about shit, I couldn't stop laughing, really. It was so damn ridiculous. One asked me, "How drunk were you?"
To which I replied, "Oh, I was just really depressed."
Go figure.