RIP Ken Caminiti. He was a rookie back in the day when I used to date an Astros batboy (which co-insided with the last time I actually kept up with baseball - many moons ago).
Yay for steroids & cocaine. This is your heart. This is your heart imploding on drugs.
Dumbass. He had 3 kids & a wife. I hope he at least had some fucking life insurance or something to leave to them. Fucking asshat. I really do hate drugs of any kind.
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I am broke. Very broke. I can't get out of this hole & may have to a) sell some stuff and/or b) borrow an infusion of cash. I can't bring myself to ask my dad. He's given me way too much. And I cashed out my 401ks long ago, so I can't borrow or close any out.
I can't pay my lovely car note, or my insurance, or my daycare, or for food, or my phone bill, or my housekeeper for this week. I went out and flirted just so I could get a beer. Blah. I should just become a hooker or something. Cause no matter how fucking ugly you are, someone will pay to fuck you.
Being poor is stressing me out. It's making my complexion look like crap. Which is beyond unusual. Because I take immaculate care of my skin. Someone guessed that I was 24 Saturday night. He wasn't kidding either. (um. I was like... add 13 to that).
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I may look craptastic ...
But my pee is a nice bright yellow from these supplements. I think they are helping, because I have more energy, but damn the pills are HUGE. 10 a day - 5 in the morning and 5 at night.
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I wanted to go to tiara on Friday night, but they made me work so late & I was cash poor. Too poor to get a tiara, that's for sure. Pretty fucking pathetic.
I really wanted to meet the girls & see my Sassy S again. I can't believe I've only met her once in person because I feel like I know her. She's always got something to say about what's going on in the world and usually it's something right on the money. Or she kicks your ass about something when you know she's absolutely right.
She's a fucking tough ass chick & the kind of chick you want on your side.
I am going to the next freaking tiara happy hour even if I have to steal Zoe's feathered Barbie tiara.
I am missing my Cheffy. I miss kissing him & hanging out watching tv. I miss his cooking. I miss his smile and his laugh, and the way he kids around with Zkat.
The thing I miss the most are his hands. All over me.
He's busy doing what he has to do. But I wish I were there with him. I wish I could be there. It would be nice to take my child there for like a month or so. So we could get our heads on straight.
Enough. I'll get sad & I don't want to. I have work to do.
Boobies!
Posted by debutaunt at October 11, 2004 10:38 AM | TrackBackDon't feel bad Debaroonie. I'm poor too. Last night I was lying in bed looking at the space between my pillow and Shawn's pillow, wishing I could afford a third pillow to fill that gap. We had king-sized pillows, but we upgraded to the foamy kind and they only come in regular size. And I would just like to get a stupid third pillow so it looks prettier, but they're $50 and I can't justify spending that much just because there's a space between our heads.
My point? I don't know. But it bugs me to be poor too. I can't even afford a pillow. See, it makes me ramble...
LauraLoo
Posted by: Laura at October 11, 2004 01:14 PM