Rec contr' Amor non es guirens lai on sos poclers, s'autra.

Brunch with my mom today, then shopping. Grocery shopping specifically. I have very little in the way of food here, and as my next paycheque is a grand total of $781[1], I need to save whatever is left in my bank account for next month.

The following picture accuratly describes my next month.

( un-work safe image, so it's behind a cut. Mostly it's just the vocab. Dirty dirty vocab. )

A.

[1](for a whole month. I get paid once a month, and that's what I'm getting Oct. 1. Rent? It's $819.)

Hydro is fucking me over. I just got a bill for $200. My last bill? $78. And supposedly both times there was a reading taken. Sure.

Also -- fucking street cleaners. For two days, there have been sings up saying "street cleaning 7 am to 7 pm" or some such bull shit. It's 9 pm and they're just doing it now.

Yeah yeah, you don't care, they don't care, but I'm ready to knock some heads against some walls and yell "like them apples bitch?"

S.

oh, hey, as a ps, get this. I made UNDER $16'000 last year (and by under, I don't mean by a buck or two) and I get to pay the lazy-ass good-for-nothing gov't a whole $1'000. So basically that poverty line means dick shit.