ladyvee:
newfilosofee:
ladyvee:
BUT I about to start. I need to calm my nerves and this counting backwards from 10 sh** ain’t working.
I MADE YOU A DRAWING GURL, check it out <3
Thanks newfilosofee ; this really did make me feel better…love ya 2..
Camel Lights, baby, that’s how I roll so mellow and smooth; I am your Joe Camel Cool!
(but, seriously, don’t start; but if you do, buy them in the ‘burbs, they’re a little cheaper)
ladyvee:
I check my checking account online this morning to find that I am overdrawn b/c something posted that I canceled; I have been on the phone for half an hour trying to fix it. Then they tell me that the credit will not post for another 48 hrs, while in the mean time other payments will hit my account.
I then check my credit card balance to find that it is also overdrawn; which it totally my fault.
The patch I put on my front tire is to the end of its life cycle two days ago, but I am praying it lasts till next month, so maybe I can strech a paycheck to get a new tire (used, but new to me)
My fiance’ car, which was suppose to be out of the shop a month ago, is still out of service. This means that I have to drop him off at the bus stop, drop my son off at the babysitters and get to work an hour early b/c my shift ,10-7, sucks. I then leave work at 7; pick everyone up and arrive home at 8:30 every freakin night…
I shouldn’t complain over half of America has it worse than me right now, but I need to vent…
I just need to CRY.
Bloody Hell, Slamma! I’m pulling for ya!
I can relate to the pain and anguish of car troubles. My latest repairs nudged me back in Da Poor House…MUTHAFUKA! And I have to take it in again sometime soon since driving at night without headlights probably isn’t the coolest of things to be doing, right?
Well, let me know which shoulder you prefer to cry on, and I will adjust myself accordingly.
You’ll get through it: AlabamaSlamma is tough as nails!
Just need one more like to break a 100!
geeeeee!
(via katecoffey)
Yes, and most of the time that “someone” is myself.
Basically, I realized, I was living in that awful stage of life from the age of twenty-six to thirty-seven known as stupidity. It’s when you don’t know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don’t even have a philosophy about all the things you don’t know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight.
—
Lorrie Moore, Anagrams (via tylercoates)
I’m 38; she must have meant 39.
Sure, car repair bills, broken headlight switch (I drive in darkness!), Sunday afternoon loud inappropriate yelling match with a manager (evil!) (2nd job), bitter loneliness, desperate sense of alienation and meaninglessness, low self-esteem, and a hundred other imagined and real problems…SURE!…why not get sick?
Fuck! Bring it on, my little fucked up karma blaster, beat me to a pulp!
WHY NOT?
