One thing in my life that is REALLY getting old with me is working just to end up broke.
It's inconvenient, it's not fun, and it's not cute.
My phone is off. I am typing at the speed of light to post this before the AT&T Nazis come and snap off my internet.
If I eat one more bean I am going to puke. I think I have lost some weight on the high end of the situation. I made it up the steps in my house without having to stop and take a ten minute break.
Usually, I am okay with the phone getting cut off because no one can bother me with crazy. But I met a new man and I like him and I want to have the luxury of worrying about him calling me or not. Sigh.
Oh to be broke and young.
But I'm not that young.
Again, not cute.
