I really, really, really want to not be fat. But I also really, really, really want. to. eat. I love food. I love tasting food. I love smelling food. And I hate being HUNGRY! So, I am at a crossroads. I just don't know what to do with myself. I just wish I had a friggin steady job, that would allow me some semblance of routine, and then maybe I could get my shit together.
I know that we don't have money to be throwing around for just anything, but I also know that we are not about to be put out on the street just yet, either. I hate that when I spend a few dollars to do or buy something that makes me happy, even if only for a moment, I get treated like I'm an ungrateful step child. But when he wants to spend money on something, it's suddenly ok, and I can't say anything about it, because he has a job, so he can spend money. I thought it was supposed to be "our" money, no matter who was making it.
I just need a damn job already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
About Me
- chunkydunk
- Taylorsville, Kentucky
- married female. 29 yrs old. 1 dog, no kids.
I stumbled across your blog last night and I must say you made me laugh very hard in the wee hours of the morning.
ReplyDeleteYou and I have a lot in common on the whole gripe thing LOL. I hope you have not abandoned this blog I am anxious to read more :)
I hope you have found a job as well in the time since your last update.
Regards,
BoxyFatLady