and so it goes

So, my bank called me during the week, waking me up and giving me a financial hard-on, anticipating the $1000 line of credit they spoke to me about.

Fucking liars.

I got a piece of mail today that is basically a "We’re sorry" letter – no money for me.  I am fucked.  And do I particularly care much?  Yeah buddy, I do.  God damn them all to hell- right now. 

*snap*

(gee, I guess it didn’t work)

*

I emailed what’s her name, the ODer I was seeing last year about the money she loaned me for my van – I said I had it and would like to get it back to her.  Six weeks ago.  Didn’t hear a thing.

I didn’t hear from her and the van needed repairs, so that money is used up (again).  Today, I checked my email and there’s a reply and an address to sent the cash to.  I don’t have it, and now that that fucking loan tease is over, I won’t have it.  I’m going to look like shit.  Hell, I guess I am shit.

Fucking penis won’t work, no money to repay my debts (why?  You have debts)  Life is pretty much over.  I am fucked.