Talking to you makes me want to punch myself in the eyeball....

Before I begin this I must start it with a vent, so I can get it off my chest....

Dear Super Cheap and tacky, I don't really even like you "friend"-
You cannot bargain the value of what I do. I make you, despite the mean-ness in your heart, look beautiful. You are the type of person that always seems to forget "cash for a tip..." or rounds things down... You lie to make yourself look better, and some how I always allow you to make me feel like an idiot in the process. I am not comfortable in my own skin, this is true, so I know I allow you to make me feel certain ways and I could stop it just the same...even still... I do not feel the need to go on about the great things about me. You, however, feel the need to inform me of every possible achievement you ever had, every compliment you ever received, every good thing that has ever happened.... I'm sure there is some huge psychological reason as to why you feel the need to make sure I understand how wonderful and perfect your life/ boyfriend/ job/ car/ etc are... and none of that would matter to me, except for the fact that you truly degrade me in the process.... I have finally cut you off, and I feel like I can breathe again...


I think that is sufficient for this post. I will write a new post for my ORIGINAL intention for the night....

I officially lost it.

I called out sick from work today.
I am not sick.
I am just thoroughly fed up with life.
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I am sitting here.... and listening to an old c.d. There is a story as per why....I flipped out. Literally. I sat down and wrote out all of my credit card debt... and almost vomitted. I have been following a ... ok.... I have been loosly following a financial guru and now I am in the most non-eloquent of ways going to say my financial standing.
I am flat ass broke.
End of story. I, who have been egotistical in my financial leaps and bounds. Miss High and Mighty, "Oh have you heard of..." because "I follow him.." (in my head, I say this in a British accent because it sounds more arrogant....) Yeah.... I follow him EXCEPT when I feel like I need to go buy a $200 purse... whats another $200 on my credit card... I can certainly pay that off in no time, and in fact, I will direct all my extra cash to that until its paid of... *ahem*.... plus a years worth of interest, and more purchases that I absolutely needed ....And multiply that by 12 credit cards (yes.. really...12 credit cards) and a new car, and a school loan and here I am...
Flast ass broke.

After 2 days of depression, I called out sick from work, because that makes ABSOLUTE sense... but in my head it does, because I needed a break. I have been tremendously slow for the last 3 weeks, but when my clients ask..... "Oh, I'm slammed! I have a waiting list!" Which has always been true.... until 3 weeks ago. Maybe everyone else is flat ass broke too? I am sick of caring for today....
So... Thus comes my flip out. My living room is a complete disaster... why? Because I am selling everything I am not overly attached to. I can always buy more later, right? Yes... once I am a millionaire. Time to honestly follow my financial guru who says sell everything and live on beans and rice until you pay off your debt....
So...

any takers?? Believe me.. I have amazing things to sell.... please tell me someone has seen that movie with Brittany Murphy... uptown girl I think....
yes. I am UpTown Girl. With a serious spending problem.... and more debt to show.