Oh, for FUCK'S sake.

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I go down to the cash advance place to see if I can get a hundred bucks to at least make sure my rent is covered, put gas in my car, and buy food at the town carnival this week.

Can I get the money? No, of course not! Why would you think that? Why would anybody think that a CASH ADVANCE place would ADVANCE ME CASH. They stopped doing that for people yesterday. DUH.

(Thanks to some sort of court case, no money for me. Argh.)

I just ... I'm sick of this. I'm sick of scraping by. I'm sick of the fact that only a miracle will get me to Wincon now. I'm sick of my thirtieth birthday coming up and me having nothing to show for it other than a spazzy chinchilla and a car I can barely afford to put gas in. I'm sick of not even being able to find a part-time job and not really wanting to even though at this point I have no choice but to get one. I'm sick of everything, and I mean everything going wrong.

*grumbles*

Now would be a really good time for me to console myself with a funnel cake and some apple pierogies, and I can't.

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How much would you need?

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Have a paypal?

About seventy bucks.

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And yeah, through my livejournal email.