i said money, money changes everything

here i am at work.  i don’t know how much i’m going to write today because we are slammed. 

i didn’t want to come in today, i have a headache and i also got rid of another pet rock this weekend.  i forgot just how painful it was before.  i told Rollie that if child birth was anything like that i didn’t ever want to have a baby.  kidney stones are a bitch.  i don’t recomend them.

my best friend is getting married this weekend down in Arkansas.  we are so broke it’s not funny.  i don’t know if we’re going to have enough money to get down there and back. 

i feel like us not having money is  kind of my fault.  i feel like if i’d have just stayed at the hotel and hated my job we’d be ok now.  but then again i feel like if he hadn’t had to start his own business right then, we’d be ok.  i’m kinda bitter about that. 

he gets so pissed off at me because the house isn’t spotless when i’m home from work, but he didn’t work at all last week and didn’t do a damn thing.  that really pissed me off.  this weekend i cleaned the house while he played on the net. 

the kids started school today.  i’m happy about that.  from what i understand Regan had a good day, but not sure on Damien yet.  Cuntface didn’t call Rollie to let him know.

i hate that bitch.  she’s rotten.  i can’t stand her.  she won’t take responsibilty for her kids at all.  i think it’s pretty shitty.

i hate life right now.  everything is so stressful. 

he didn’t work last week, at all.  he’s got some interviews this week, but he won’t take anything less than like 12 an hour and i’m thinking at least it’s money.  i don’t tell him that because i don’t want to fight with him anymore.  i hate money. 

*sigh*