money money money moneyyyyyy

Not getting it, spending more than I should have to.

I had to get massage liabiblity insurance in order to start working for Dave. It cost me 210 fucking dollars. I had to put it on my damned credit card because if I’d paid in cash I wouldn’t have been able to pay any of my bills. WOO. If he fucks me and I wind up not doing anything with this job I will be so fucking pissed. ugh.

I don’t understand why my parents can’t understand that I can’t to certain things in the yard because of my hands. My arms are fucking killing me right now and my hands have blisters on them, so if Dave calls me today and says hey Sam can you do a massage tomorrow at noon I’ll have to say sorry Dave, I my arms are useless right now and I have blisters all over my hands. It’s not like I said I can’t do anything, I was willing to do all the fucking clean up, but no, not enough. I have to kill my hands, too. Whatever. I’m the asshole.

Ugh.

Ernie started school last Monday. He says he likes it, so I’m happy for him. I’m supposed to maybe go over tonight and watch some show he recorded. I hope I do. I love spending time with him.

My period is FINALLY gone. Thank god. I’m still all moody though. Fuck that.