My landlord made me cry. I sent him an email apologizing profusely for only sending part of the rent and he replied that it was fine and he could work with me and that I didn’t have to apologize…I was still a good person. And it just made me sob. Because I don’t feel like a good person.
My new-to-me cell phone is now in my hands. Thank you Philip! Now I’m just waiting for the SIM card and I can, hopefully, activate it for a month. I’m going with Boost Mobile. $50 a month, unlimited talk, text, and internet. Now I just need to come up with the $50! But once I do...Heidi: The Phone Sex Queen Extraordinaire will be in full effect. You should see the picture I’ll be using. Mwahahaha. A cute, tiny blonde girl with perky little tits who is going to be 19 and paying her way through college by phone fucking strange men.
I got a big bag full of cleaning supplies off of Freecycle. Pledge, Lysol, Resolve, Windex, Soft Scrub… They’re totally going to come in handy and save me some money. Yay Freecycle!
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Lordy, do I ever need to do something about my hair. Black...black hides a multitude of sins. It also needs to be cut. I'm going to see if I can convince a friend to just hack some of it off. I used to make my mom do it when I couldn't afford to get it done and she haaaaaaaaaated it. Oh man, this conversation would happen every time:
Mom: God, you know I hate doing this!
Me: It'll be fine, it's no big deal, don't worry. Just chop off a couple of inches and try to go straight across.
She cuts off my hair and, of course, it's fine.
Me: Thank you, Mama!
Mom: I'm never doing that again! My hands were shaking the whole time!
Me: At least you didn't tell me that while you were using the scissors on me.
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