"I spent all of our money."

That's not the funnest thing to hear on the morning before I leave for Denver. Just yesterday I was talking about how great my week was starting out and now I feel like I'm ready to die of a heart attack at any moment. It. Literally. Hurts.

I need a new job. Or an anti-gambling program for my mom. New job it is. The latter costs money. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

It'll have to wait for whenever I get back. If I come back. Maybe I can sneak onto a flight to Bangkok or Montreal and disappear.

I work hard for my (lack of) money

I can always rely on Jumping Jacks to ruin a perfectly good weekend. Today's schedule: 4:00pm-12:00am. Who would throw a kid's parties past 10 p.m.???? Psychos. That's who. I've done a total of absolutely nothing for the last 4 & a half hours here. I ran out of things to do after 1 hour so I busted out my macbook and started stalking overstock.com and the Tiffany&co website. Thank god I dont have a credit card.

Nat came into town last night and I was hoping we'd get to hangout sometime before forever. Guess not... 1:00am rendezvous it is.

 

I can't believe I'm getting paid for this.

UPDATE: I spoke too soon. My party came in t 9pm. It's a 16 year old girl's party. They had a food fight with popcorn and pretzels. Last party of the night. There WOULD be a food fight. Joy.