Alphonze is so fecking rad. That's my rat. Rightnow he is trying to find where the chocolate is at.
Disability makes me cry. More than once this week. I am so frustrated, that I could explode. I was hoping that things would have been taken care of by today, but its not. I am so sick of explaining the situation, so I am not even going to bother on here.
If I knew ahead of time, or even a few weeks ago, I could have been looking hard for work. If I wasn't to expect these November benefits, then I would have found another way to make up rent money, and money to pay my fucking bills. But no, I waited and waited and waited, and talked on the phone (accomplishing fuck all), and then waited and waited again. And I am still waiting.
Thats right. I love it (retch).
So that is my release of frustration, complete with exasperated noises, hand gestures, and obviously smoke signals.
We went for a ride to get slurpee's and now i honestly feel better. maybe its the slurpees. Maybe it is the good vibes and energy from Lauren during the truck drive. Maybe it's the fact that everything IS, in fact, going to somehow someway work out, and that I just need to stop whining and shut the fuck up about it and just go make some nachos.
cuz I am fucking lucky that I have this place to stay. And I am fucking lucky that there is food to eat, and that i still have a phone to use. And hey, whats this... internet, too? Seeeee now, I have a lot to be thankful for. And by the time I get my november benefits, I will be getting december's not long thereafter. And that will be fucking nice.
fuck.
yes.
bitches.
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