everything.
but especially sleeping with my exes. it never leads to any good. unless you count zoë – then that’s a good. but really.
i was so mad, when we discovered today that i was expecting a support payment and he’s assured that he’s paid up to date already. which he kinda basically is. even though cuz of the wording of our agreement, i could legally argue it and likely win. anyways…
this means i have 23% of my rent…until at least the 5th, at which point i will be able to pay 40%. then after the seven day transfer-wait from paypal, maybe another 11%. that’s assuming that i don’t need any more money than is in my wallet – like, a hundred bucks.
but then today he bought drinks because i bought last weekend and then i drank one and a half on a completely unfed today tummy and bam, before you know it, zoë’s sleeping soundly and i’m hopping on board. stupid easy drunken girls club that i belong to.
oh no, it’s the “fucking away the anger” club. i forgot.
i will never ever ever catch up, it seems. in so many ways.
last night my internet/phone service provider decided to finally cut off my service due to unpaid bills. good thing i’d already signed up with new suckers. of course, because of the location of phone and electric outlets, it meant rearranging my entire livingroom/bedroom (let’s review: i sleep on my bed in the living room, which serves as a couch, too) until 2:30am cuz i had to plan it all out to the inch and then move it myself, all after her bedtime.
sigh.
if life going to get easier? cuz i know it could be harder. but seriously, easier? please?
