Soapbox Diner: Panic and Shelf Food.

Soapbox Diner

Panic and Shelf Food.

07.25.07

Crap on a stick, darlings. And that's all I have to say about that.

So I've been working a ton of overtime, right? Mostly because my stash of re-fi money is gone and a girl has to do what a girl has to do. But ya know the thing? I promised myself in my 20s, after working two full-time jobs for years, that I wasn't gonna ever do that shit again. I even envisioned Scarlett O'Hara with the carrot saying, "I will not go hungry again!" and felt a symbolic kinship to her in regards to working two jobs. Yes, saw myself in the cremolines and whale bones and all, standing muddy-handed in the field, saying to God and all the world, "I will never work this ass much ever again!"

But I got a house, dude. And I got a kid who's decided that he loves this house and will absolutely DIE, MOM! if we have to move. And I got a paycheck today that, despite me not paying the other bills this month, isn't enough to cover the mortgage.

And deadbeat dad (DBD) decided that now the state isn't forcing him on penalty of jail time to work, that he just isn't gonna do that shit anymore. So that means no child support.

See, here? This is me hyperventilating. Fuck! What am I gonna do?

So I've placed another ad for the HDTV on craigslist, and another ad for a roommate today. Got a girl coming to look at the place on Saturday. I don't know, hopefully she'll fall in love and die if she doesn't move in. This is what I'm hoping. That, or I somehow manage to win the Lotto (which I have never played in my life) and won't have to worry about money ever, ever again.

Anyways, darlings. Enough panic and desperation for one night. I have tasty and delicious Hamburger Helper calling to me.

Good night!

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