Stuff and ...

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Stuff and STRESS.

I have $30 in the bank.

I have $50 in cash.

I have a $200-something lot fee (rent + water) to pay at the beginning of June (about a week and a half).

I have about a $100 internet bill to pay (yes, it's a necessity).

Nowhere has called me back yet (I'm going to be calling some places today).

I'm going to freak out.

I had a dream last night that I got tattooed but there was, like, something wrong with all of them. I did, for some reason, get 'don't hesitate & GO' done across my chest, however. But it was, like, slightly off to one side too far. And I was upset. And I got some blackwork one on my upper right arm and my left wrist. I said SOMETHING but I don't remember what. It was nice, but not quite what I was going for.

Strange.

I need a bath.

Stuff and FUCK.

I didn't think I could get in a shittier mood but, hey, there it is.

Fucking lovely.

I fucking hate it when people don't tell me what the fuck I did wrong.

Stuff and ...

Stuff and GARBAGE.

Today is Wednesday. It is garbage night. Which means me and Angie set out on our GARBAGE PICKING CRUSADE.

Seriously. The people in the park throw out some of the nicest shit. And it's usually in decent condition or only needs a thing or two repaired on it.

We scored:
-- a wheelie cooler. (there were two of them, but we were nice and only took one. two would've been greedy)
-- a 20gal (i think) aquarium stand.
-- a laundry hanger.

We also saw a Power Wheels car, but it wasn't in great condition. So we had to leave it. Alas. One year I'll find one that still has battery life in it and I'm going to drive it home.

Overall? A good haul.

We also saw a fat raccoon in the carport. They come and go occassionally.