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I got my property taxes in the mail today and I'm sort of wallowing in financial despair. Not because I don't have the money, but because it's money I won't see the return of any time soon.
Unless, of course, I get that government job I applied for. That would be sweet but I'm not holding out a lot of hope.
I'm tired of being poor.
I want to win the lottery. I want a million bucks so I can ditch this shitty little condo and move out west, to the California coast, and sit on a rock and watch the ships out on the horizon.
I want to get out of this shitty little state, away from its small minded people and be around people who are just . . . better.
I want a lot of things.
I wonder how many of them I'll actually get anytime soon?
Unless, of course, I get that government job I applied for. That would be sweet but I'm not holding out a lot of hope.
I'm tired of being poor.
I want to win the lottery. I want a million bucks so I can ditch this shitty little condo and move out west, to the California coast, and sit on a rock and watch the ships out on the horizon.
I want to get out of this shitty little state, away from its small minded people and be around people who are just . . . better.
I want a lot of things.
I wonder how many of them I'll actually get anytime soon?
