Oh, for FUCK'S sake.

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.

Fuck it.

Funnel cake, steak and cheese pierogies, and fresh-squeezed raspberry lemonade.

I don't care if I can't afford it. I WIN.

\o/

*chows down*

Dynamite might have just been faster. And more explodey.

After four days of my desktop running annoyingly slow thanks to the sudden invasion of enough Trojan Horses to make Orlando Bloom burst into tears, I finally just gave the fuck up and spent the last four hours restoring the entire system.

*throws hands in air*

Hey, on the bright side, the yearly light parade passed by my window at about nine o'clock. I didn't think it was so, but apparently three guys and a pickup draped in twinkle lights counts as a light parade. And is so damn exciting the entire town turns out for it. Who knew?

(I hate parades. Have I ever mentioned that? Like, hardcore HAAAATE. I don't think I've ever gotten the appeal of a bunch of people walking down the street past me in a line followed by forty-seven fire trucks. And no, throwing the free candy at me doesn't help. Well, doesn't help much.)