today i am wearing a hoodie that is about 3 years old, jeans with holes and t-shirt that i got for free last night. i don't have a tonne of cash and whatever money i do have left over after paying all my bills go to getting tattooed. seriously.
i know some of you out there in internerd land and in my real life would argue that this is an irresponsible pursuit but i've made my choice and i continue to make this choice and i could be spending it on heroin. be glad i am not spending $200/day on heroin.
generally i am ok with not being rich, i don't even really like money; but here's the thing: money is still a big fat ruiner. i don't make enough of it and every once in a while my lack of it threatens to ruin something i really want to do.
i am suppose to be taking this megarad/uberprestigous clowning workshop for three weeks in july and while i have no idea how i'll wrangle together $1000 by july i do know that university of alberta's money leeching ways are impeeding my ability to even register in the class. so i can't currently afford to pay them some cash i owe them but i will be able to in like a matter of days and my clowning instructor wants to give my spot to someone else...
this makes me sad. yes, i'm a little poor. deal with it. accept it. i'll be there and i'll find the money and i'll even just pay parking services without a big uproar. i just want something i want to be taken away from me because of money.
i know i shouldn't whine. i was never rich growing up but i never lacked essentials and i know my parents would still be willing to help me out but for fucksake i'm almost 25 and i've made all the beds i lie in and i will take care of this...i just wish it wasn't asked about in such a hostile fucking e-tone.
holy random...
anyways, i wanna talk about the census. another post it is!
m.
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