Thursday, January 08, 2004
Hold on to your socks boys and girls.
This one ain't so pretty.
This may very well be the nastiest, dirtiest, most obscene post that I will ever write.
On a side note, I want to be angry with you and your fucking logic Ness, but it all makes too much sense and I love you regardless.
I thought it would be a cold, dark, fucking day in hell before I said this, but in accordance with living life by my own fucking supreme rule:
"Regret Nothing"
I will not be going to England in April as planned unless I or one of my near and dear friends happens to win the lottery in the meantime. Unfortunately, my cousin Vanessa sent me the email I have been waiting a few weeks to receive she will not be going to England with me.
Therefore I can no longer fucking afford to go, I just cannot go alone, with the recent purchase of a new car, and the Christmas spending, plus I had lent out some money, and had made quite a few trips this summer that I had paid for using my credit cards, stupid fucking things!
Needless to say I will probably be in a rather foul fucking mood for the next few days, so steer clear. I know it seems stupid but I was really looking forward to going, but logically it is just going to put me in debt, and I was depending on my friends to pay me back the money to go, which is not a reality.
Fuck I hate logic and money, I love going and doing, just not giving a flying fuck about anything! I guess this is what happens when the little girl has to grow up and take fucken responsibilities.
The great thing is, my parents are getting a hell of a nice mother's/father's/birth day present from their daughter this year. I mean what else am I supposed to do with 2, 700$ plane tickets to Europe........ and if they decided not to go, I may just have to sign up to be an E-bay seller and see if I can't make a few shitty bucks off them. Unless any of my dear sweet readers happen to be handsome (loaded) men who want to treat a girl to a three week stay in jolly ole England/Europe, I pay for the plane tickets you an buy the food, hotels, transportation, drinks, etc.
In all seriousness though, I have been fretting about money for the last few fucken weeks, and my intelligent cousin was saying she was low on funds. I was going to try to gather enough fucken money together for both of us to go and just let her pay me back when we returned, like I had done with the ticket (her idea to go, so I paid, I really should write "SUCKER" on my forehead).
We would have had a blast, even if we did end up sleeping on the sidewalks of London, and hitchhiking to Paris (cause I wanted desperately to go to the Louvre and listen to "France French in a petite cafe). I can feel the tears burning my cheeks as I think about all the boys I will not get to meet in Scotland, and the pubs I won't get to share drinks in Ireland, and how I will have to wait to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and Stonehenge. Oh Ness it would have been a terrifying and thrilling experience, I had planned on dragging you to a rave, and we could have seen live bands in little pubs in the English countryside.
~MOTHER FUCKER~
God Dammit money really is the root of all evil! Does anyone think this bitch could go to Europe for three weeks alone with about 2 grand in my pocket, and a fucking smile on my face?
This may very well be the nastiest, dirtiest, most obscene post that I will ever write.
On a side note, I want to be angry with you and your fucking logic Ness, but it all makes too much sense and I love you regardless.
I thought it would be a cold, dark, fucking day in hell before I said this, but in accordance with living life by my own fucking supreme rule:
"Regret Nothing"
I will not be going to England in April as planned unless I or one of my near and dear friends happens to win the lottery in the meantime. Unfortunately, my cousin Vanessa sent me the email I have been waiting a few weeks to receive she will not be going to England with me.
Therefore I can no longer fucking afford to go, I just cannot go alone, with the recent purchase of a new car, and the Christmas spending, plus I had lent out some money, and had made quite a few trips this summer that I had paid for using my credit cards, stupid fucking things!
Needless to say I will probably be in a rather foul fucking mood for the next few days, so steer clear. I know it seems stupid but I was really looking forward to going, but logically it is just going to put me in debt, and I was depending on my friends to pay me back the money to go, which is not a reality.
Fuck I hate logic and money, I love going and doing, just not giving a flying fuck about anything! I guess this is what happens when the little girl has to grow up and take fucken responsibilities.
The great thing is, my parents are getting a hell of a nice mother's/father's/birth day present from their daughter this year. I mean what else am I supposed to do with 2, 700$ plane tickets to Europe........ and if they decided not to go, I may just have to sign up to be an E-bay seller and see if I can't make a few shitty bucks off them. Unless any of my dear sweet readers happen to be handsome (loaded) men who want to treat a girl to a three week stay in jolly ole England/Europe, I pay for the plane tickets you an buy the food, hotels, transportation, drinks, etc.
In all seriousness though, I have been fretting about money for the last few fucken weeks, and my intelligent cousin was saying she was low on funds. I was going to try to gather enough fucken money together for both of us to go and just let her pay me back when we returned, like I had done with the ticket (her idea to go, so I paid, I really should write "SUCKER" on my forehead).
We would have had a blast, even if we did end up sleeping on the sidewalks of London, and hitchhiking to Paris (cause I wanted desperately to go to the Louvre and listen to "France French in a petite cafe). I can feel the tears burning my cheeks as I think about all the boys I will not get to meet in Scotland, and the pubs I won't get to share drinks in Ireland, and how I will have to wait to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and Stonehenge. Oh Ness it would have been a terrifying and thrilling experience, I had planned on dragging you to a rave, and we could have seen live bands in little pubs in the English countryside.
~MOTHER FUCKER~
God Dammit money really is the root of all evil! Does anyone think this bitch could go to Europe for three weeks alone with about 2 grand in my pocket, and a fucking smile on my face?
