2 little 2 late
I could really use some stress relief. Like, really really use it.
I finally started work on Monday, only to find out I'm facing eviction if I don't get my landlord something by the end of this week. I'm already a month past due on rent and the other are partials, and he's been as generous as he can be.
The tax refund I was expecting? Nope. It's held up while I file paperwork missing from 2000-2001, with an expected readjustment of what I owe the goverment due to the capital gains from my precious fucking Cisco stock. The IRS made this known five days before my check was due to arrive.
I'm out of food. Quite literally. The power gets shut off tomorrow. I can't feed my cat, wash my clothes, or cut my shaggy hair into something presentable for my new job.
I'm 30. Weren't we all supposed to be rich? What happened? When did dreaming become such a luxury? When did I turn into the last 1/3 of Mulholland Drive?
My friends can't help (even the ones who were pissed that I didn't ask them for help the first time around), and I can't ask my parents anymore. My dad's had to loan me money I dunno how many times since the .com crash. Everytime I have to ask I feel so...disappointing.
I was supposed to have grown up by now. Maybe the reason man-babies freak me out so much is because I am one.
Baby not. Does it matter?
I'm so fucking tired.
I finally started work on Monday, only to find out I'm facing eviction if I don't get my landlord something by the end of this week. I'm already a month past due on rent and the other are partials, and he's been as generous as he can be.
The tax refund I was expecting? Nope. It's held up while I file paperwork missing from 2000-2001, with an expected readjustment of what I owe the goverment due to the capital gains from my precious fucking Cisco stock. The IRS made this known five days before my check was due to arrive.
I'm out of food. Quite literally. The power gets shut off tomorrow. I can't feed my cat, wash my clothes, or cut my shaggy hair into something presentable for my new job.
I'm 30. Weren't we all supposed to be rich? What happened? When did dreaming become such a luxury? When did I turn into the last 1/3 of Mulholland Drive?
My friends can't help (even the ones who were pissed that I didn't ask them for help the first time around), and I can't ask my parents anymore. My dad's had to loan me money I dunno how many times since the .com crash. Everytime I have to ask I feel so...disappointing.
I was supposed to have grown up by now. Maybe the reason man-babies freak me out so much is because I am one.
Baby not. Does it matter?
I'm so fucking tired.
This entry was posted by jb, on
May 3, 2005.
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Reading that post was like looking at one of my blog entries. My life wasn't supposed to be this way! And yet...here I am. 33 and working a shitty job, not wanting to ask the parents for help and watching my life spiraling out of control.
Hell, at least I know I'm not alone. Cold comfort, I know, but it's something.
Jesus! My thoughts exactly! What the hell are we doing guys?! Lol! We gotta get our shit together here. Ah, we'll figure something out...
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