Can I get the check on this week, please?
Yes, I am about to use my sex blog to whine.
This week has been a mess.
Sunday kicked it off with a really brilliant moral dilemma that I was totally not mentally or emotionally prepared to take on at all.
Work was absolutely horrible. Indescribably bad.
My car is totally, completely, irreparably dead. While we managed to get a deal on a rental, as my mother and I were sharing that car and literally have no other vehicle aside from our two feet, and can’t afford to get another car, literally half of my savings is going to it.
A really important deadline is fast approaching and I am having so much trouble getting everything together.
I got into an argument with SG over Chik-fil-A, of all things. Chik-motherfucking-fil-A. And he was so immature and so condescending.
My laptop had a problem and, since I sort of need it for this deadline and quite a bit more, I had to go get that taken care of. Goodbye, even more money.
I haven’t gotten any in two months. Can I just put that out there? Because I am putting that out there because for God’s sake. I’ve been so stressed I haven’t even been in the mood for anything anyway, but ugh.
Yes, I know, I’m whining. But I feel like life’s putting a gun to my head and telling me to shut up and walk.
So, check please. Get me the fuck out of here.