Bills are evil.

My mother has decided that I must be bored. Gee? Really? She offered to give me my birthday money early to just get out and go shopping or something. I told her that I want to save any money I get for bills and Christmas. I'd love to go blow cash, but I don't feel right doing it when I have a credit card bill hanging over my head with interest that makes babies cry. The sooner I pay that off, and pay my father back the loan he gave me... I'll feel better.

We talked about my feeling err... less than adult lately, because I literally have 150 dollars to my name and I can't afford to pay her the rent that I used to. It drives me crazy that I can't contribute the way that I could before. Even with that job that made me hate life I could afford to be a little more relaxed. I've just been irritable over my lack of a social life lately. At this point in my life, the kids that Nike and Disney have making thier clothes are making more money than me.

Outside of bills, I miss being able to casually spend money. Not a lot, but just to be able to buy new jeans once in a while or go out to dinner with a friend. So we decided that I should take part of my birthday money and go shopping with her. I do need new clothes, or maybe I'll grab a few DVDs. Usually, this is when I start Christmas shopping and although I don't go hogwild... I don't like the idea of being a cheap bastard. Homemade drawings and stick figure paintings don't hold the same appeal when they're coming from someone that's 24 (I will be by then.)

Money sucks! Or at least, missing it does.

BTW, The Burger King freaks me out. Bad idea to have him in someone's bed when they wake up. I would have beaten him with my table lamp before he had time to hand me the artery-clogging breakfast.