Right. So, like I said before, the car is now fixed and I am broke. Bad. Like never before, if you don't count the student loans. (Those have been going up and down a lot due to my military service and completion of my degree.) The good news is that I can drive again and I'll soon have a wonderful new mixer and a pair of glasses that is A) my prescription and B) not buttfuckingugly. So naturally I'm psyched. Bitch. But back to the being broke part... I have entered the world of plastic money, for the first time ever, and with great hesitation. It was the right time, so that's good, but I still don't feel well about it. Fortunately they gave me a limit that's perfect for me. Enough to get me through this horrible period of stagnation but not enough to get me into trouble. Wish me luck. By the way if you've made it to end you're a fucking champ.
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i am THE fuckin champ for always finishin' your journals
where's my trophy damnit!
uh.. thats why i do it right? i mean we get like medals or gifts or something RIGHT?!?!
damnit..
sometimes i enjoy looking at myself i have to say...ahah what a retarded thing for me to say. im so full of shit.