Broke. And AIDS.

HOLY BALLS! Could it be? It's... SUNNY? ON MY DAY OFF?!?!

Here's the clincher: Dr. Tran is officially running on empty (which means I have enough gas to get to the gas station and back) and I have $60 (that's two complete tanks of gas) to my name until (HOPEFULLY) my direct deposit kicks in on Wednesday. If it doesn't, I am gonna seriously be tempted to set my workplace on fire. If it doesn't go through, this will be the SECOND time I've filed and saw nothing from it.

I AM NO LONGER GOING TO BE TEMPTED BY SHOES AND CLOTHES AT WORK UNLESS I HAVE A GIFT CERTIFICATE TO BLOW. And even if I have said gift certificate, I'm not going over it by more than $10. EVER. AGAIN.

That was the only stupid shit I pulled this pay period. Well, that and blowing like $60-some on booze. I should have realized I'd be short on money because this time I had to pay me and my mom's phonebill (since she gave me an advance on it last pay period) AND my storage unit. But noooo! I decided it'd be okay to spend like $40 over my gift certificate that I'd been saving from last month. UGHHHH!

God. Imagine how fucked I'd be right now if I was still ingesting 2-5 Monsters per day. Gross.

Wednesday at midnight. A new budget is going into effect. Srsly.

So today. I have two options. One. Go to the island and go swimming and/or hottubbing. Two. Track Mike down and go to Silvana river. I had a third option, but it involved going to Lynnwood to hang out with Chelsey at her Grandma's condo and go swimming, but that's way too far and gas is a serious hinderance at the moment. GUH.

I dunno. There was mention of a gig/party on the island Saturday night when I saw Terry on Sunday so I might wait until tomorrow night to go see him. But I might have to run an errand with him today... so guh. I dunno. We'll see.

Yup.

"It'll getcha."

I wrote a lengthy blog but Myspace eated it. Quick recap:

1. MONSTER AND I BROKE UP. FOREVER. I've been off it for a week and it's amazing.

2. I'm surprised my liver hasn't depleted because of all the booze I've been imbibing for the past two weeks. WOOOO!!! DRINK! IT MAKES THINGS SUCK LESS!!! WOOOOO!!!

3. Life sucks. The end.

I've got such a raging clue right now.

Guh.

Been staying at Mike's 'cause we've been ridesharing to work until he gets paid tonight. Plus I couldn't afford gas to go home what with only having a dollar to my name until Friday. Awesome. But I got an advance on mom's phone bill money, so now I can chill the fuck out.

Couch Tour was cool. Puyallup is NOT. I had to drive down the road to go get some Monsters and a beer for Pepper (HEH) and it seriously took me like 30 minutes to get there and back to the South Hill Mall. The roads are ridiculous and there's WAY too much shit jam-packed into that stupid city. And the other suckage about the day was that I left my phone at Mike's when we left like an IDIOT. Of course, it had died, so I charged it up and found some lovely messages that I'm not even gonna get into here. Sometimes shit just happens, sir.

Not that you ever read this.

I dunno. Something's gotta fucking give or this isn't gonna last much longer. And I don't know if that relieves or terrifies me at this point. I'm very, very confused.

Anyhow. Back to what I was saying. After Puyallup we had to drop Pepper off at USC, which was being held at WaMu Theater. So we were stuck in some sort of game traffic. ON EMPTY. For like an hour and a half. Mike was exhausted and eventually fell asleep, which left me to fend for myself as far as getting onto northbound I-5 went. I was scared shitless, but I made it. And we made it all the way to the AMPM on 4th in Marysville. On empty. My car is fucking amazing.

Today. Gotta go pick up smokes and then pick up Mike around 5-ish. Then... I dunno. I might attempt to get a hold of Terry's ass later and go see him. Hopefully I can get a hold of him before he goes to his class.

I gotta go fight with my hair and then take off. Wooo.