Bloody hell!
Over and over and over in my mind.
Bloody bleeding hell.
I hate being unemployed. I hate looking for bloody jobs. It sucks. It makes me want to cry.
Which. I. Also. Hate.
Bills turn up every day, seems like anyway. Most often it does not phase me. Occasionally, it royally ticks me off. I keep paying all the bills and money leaks out like sand in a hour glass, evey minute of every single day. I bought a house, lovely really, but the a/c - the inspection said it was up to snuff and now that the honeymoon is well and truely over, it's not. Repairs - it needs, which lead to ... you guessed it - more bloody bills!!!!
And then, on top of the jobless, financial strife, you toss in the prick of an ex - I am certain that they are not all pricks, because I myself have actually met some nice ex's. Well, he doesn't worry me, except how he is in fact giving his child an ulcer! So bloody well piss off. Please go and get mauled by a kangaroo and don't bother your offspring ever again - honestly it would be better for them.
I have hit the sauce. Overdue. Certainly. Like Twins.
Possibly Conjoined, the vino and I.
Cheers.
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