December 6, 2004

  • seems that the people who bother to call me these days only do so because of money.
    even my parental unit. god bless em. i love em, but i wish the convo is different. ok i know it costs a lot to call here..
    sigh. where did those who actually care about my well-being go?
    if
    i still have my life, don't lose a limb or be disabled by the end of
    this year, i will feel extremely lucky. shit's just been piling up all
    year long and it doesn't seem to want to stop with the episode last
    week. here's hoping it's all normal this week. oh wait i already have
    shit to settle with my ex. bleh i hate money talk. he just wants to get
    rid of me, i just hate money talk not trying to be irresponsible, but i
    just hate it. bleh.
    .
    fuck money. who cares about credit ratings. i hate that in this sphere
    at this time, so much attention is paid into quantities/numerical
    figures to quickly describe you as an individual.
    .
    well so i
    chould give credit where credit is due, i do get other calls not
    involving money, but it involves unpaid/assistant work, heh, i get no
    breaks.