There’s been a lot of shit weighing on my mind lately, most of which has to do with money. I have a love hate relationship with money. Everyone around me seems to be the same way too, except I have no vices officially anyway. Rick and Brenda smoke and drink on a regular basis which interrupts their flow of cash all the time. Mom would usually be attending three bingos a week, which I’m guessing is probably the furthest she can stretch her pensions over the month. I really don’t care, in any way, how they choose to spend their money, but when it’s gone, it’s gone. Nobody’s going to come crying to me for it because they know that I don’t have it. Someday I’m going to surprise the fuck out of them and actually have it. That would be sweet.
I’m in a bitter, bitter, argument with myself right now. I just had a Starbuck’s and I think it was my most missed thing during isolation. It tasted yummy. And there always seems to be good looking men hanging around the outside. I’m not really sure what that’s all about, but fuck it. Works for me.