So it's like this: I am on a super strict budget because I bought a new lens. I have $15 cash I can spare for happy hour tomorrow night. I look at the money I have, I look at my coffee pot, and think to myself that if I don't spend $2 on coffee tomorrow morning then I have two more dollars to spend on liquid happiness!
Skipping happy hour is not an option by the way. I can count the number of people I've carried on an extended conversation with in the last few days on ... 1 finger. My daily call to Jer. And possibly the bank teller who wanted to tell me about IRAs.
So I washed the stupid coffee pot so I can afford another PBR. The end.
P.S. My life is so damn difficult I'm tearin' up over here.
2 comments:
Hy
walking 'round the blogs
don't know how
i see yours and i read some
I don't speak english very well...
but I want to send you a song, a precious son for me that help me to cross some blue days.
regards from spain
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Thank you, skelter. I appreciate the sentiment.
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