Money makes the world go around? Who has money? Bad people, good people? Well look at some evil corporations who are run by.... you guessed it, people!
I didn't get that job at Kohls. As soon as I walked in there I had like 10 old ladies staring at me. My God complex came out full force. I can't help it! When I see a 70 year old **** giving me a death stare, her neck fat bouncing with each and every breath and a T-shirt on her, the only thing I can think of is "no, you're not 20 anymore, and I'm better than you". Yeah, it's fucked up, I know, but that's how I operate sometimes.
But that's not my issue with money today. Today is simply this: Josie is pointing out random shit on Amazon.com, and I can't order it for her. That's pretty much my own fault, and she doesn't mind, but it still blows donkey balls. She isn't pointing it out for me to buy it for her, we just like to exchange links of cool shit we find on the web. It sucks because I WANT to buy it for her. Somewhere in time babe, somewhere in time.
So Grandma is giving me 30 bucks tomorrow. She doesn't know that I need it for cigarettes, but that's cool. At first she said that she doesn't have it and when I pointed out that she has it in the bank, she gave in. In return, she wants me to treat my mother better. It's 11:24 PM, my mom's going to bed in a few minutes. Easy job, easy money. Thanks granny, your legend will live on forever with the carton that I'm about to buy.
As I've said before I will probably end up posting my history with my family one day. I'm not under the belief that family is family and should be put on a pedestal just for that. I'm not just a cold SOB for no reason. They deserve nothing more than what they're getting from me.
Aaaand that about wraps it up for this blog of bitching. Time to talk to Josie before bed soon. Wooo!
I didn't get that job at Kohls. As soon as I walked in there I had like 10 old ladies staring at me. My God complex came out full force. I can't help it! When I see a 70 year old **** giving me a death stare, her neck fat bouncing with each and every breath and a T-shirt on her, the only thing I can think of is "no, you're not 20 anymore, and I'm better than you". Yeah, it's fucked up, I know, but that's how I operate sometimes.
But that's not my issue with money today. Today is simply this: Josie is pointing out random shit on Amazon.com, and I can't order it for her. That's pretty much my own fault, and she doesn't mind, but it still blows donkey balls. She isn't pointing it out for me to buy it for her, we just like to exchange links of cool shit we find on the web. It sucks because I WANT to buy it for her. Somewhere in time babe, somewhere in time.
So Grandma is giving me 30 bucks tomorrow. She doesn't know that I need it for cigarettes, but that's cool. At first she said that she doesn't have it and when I pointed out that she has it in the bank, she gave in. In return, she wants me to treat my mother better. It's 11:24 PM, my mom's going to bed in a few minutes. Easy job, easy money. Thanks granny, your legend will live on forever with the carton that I'm about to buy.
As I've said before I will probably end up posting my history with my family one day. I'm not under the belief that family is family and should be put on a pedestal just for that. I'm not just a cold SOB for no reason. They deserve nothing more than what they're getting from me.
Aaaand that about wraps it up for this blog of bitching. Time to talk to Josie before bed soon. Wooo!
