In an otherwise uneventful day, I smoked myself silly with one of my friends.
I only do it when I'm frustrated. And I am.
I'm a girl and I have needs. I want a big house, a wonderful husband, a little baby and a happy little existence.
The plan isn't going accordingly.
There's no guy to be found. There's no one even half decent. So the baby is out of the question, too.
As for the house? Not much of a dream home can be purchased with $4000. And since I want a beautiful old Victorian to fix up or a brand new
house built just for me (I'd be happy either way) there's no chance in hell that'll be happening anytime soon.
My happy little existence?
It's lonely here.
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