I never seem to screw up small things, but when its something v. potentially damaging/deadly/expensive as hell, count on me to fuck it up. *sigh*
Anyone know how to get $2,300 before Wednesday? Didn't think so natch.
Suppose it's time to call on my Dad and see how easily he can tell me to go to hell. (I see it being very easy for him)
Ngh, need to get to bed so I can drag my ass to work in a few hours but really, all I feel like doing is curling up in the corner and crying... not that the lump of flesh that I call my boyfriend would notice. Comes home at 945 and just says "Going to bed". HMPH! I swear, I spend more time with the cat than him now-a-days.
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