Until Where We Stand Aloft.
I thought about a budget today.
I hate money. Hate it. Why? Because I never have any.
It seems that the weekend before the 15th, I just need 10 dollars to get me to pay day.
I emailed Kristin and asked her if I could borrow 5 from her. Lord knows she's probably as broke as I am, but sometimes she's nice and buys me chips and cigarettes.
The shitty part of needing 10 dollars is that I have a 10 dollar gift certificate sitting in my wallet.
. . .
Among the many, many things I hate about here is how it can be 40 degrees outside and feel like it's 2.
It's supposed to snow tonight. But, I don't see any snow clouds.
Right before the snow, the sky gets grey at night. In some places it's pink, purple-ish.
Now it's just its cold blue.
. . .
Yesterday, D said he loved the fact that I have a post-it with the directions on it above my phone.
A lot of times I wish he wasn't married.