moolah!

Bitching about money below. Don't read:
I count on the extra money that I earn. I budget that for stuff like clothes and the watch I want, etc. I believe I should be paid in a timely manner for the work that I do, and yet, I always seem to be waiting, while the amount of what I need gets larger and larger. I cover my bills, gas, food and all, but little is left over from my salary. It sucks to have few bucks in your bank account, and yet have people who owe from you several hundred dollars.
I shouldn't bitch too much. I get by just fine on the money that I earn from the weird hours portion of my life. It's sometimes a pain in the ass, but generally I enjoy going to work in the morning, or afternoon (but I enjoyed most the morning). I'm not starving. I'm saving money for the first time in my life, but still... fucking people dragging their feet to give me my money just sucks. And then I start wondering what I can do to be assured that this will not happen next month, what brought me to this place...
Most people in the world don't live as well as I do. We are wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice when compared to people historically. I can eat better on 8 dollars a day than, say, King Henry VIII ate for a literal king's ransom. (and I never chopped off anyone's head, either)
--- Number one of the four noble truths of the Buddha-
"Life is Suffering." (that's aite, honey)

i hate rainy day..

It's raining heavily outside.
I hate a rainy day.
It makes me lonely and so weak.
I hate a rainy day.
It makes me catch a cold.
I hate a rainy day.
It makes me think of you.
I really hate a rainy day.
Great time for a suicide.
Yeah, maybe I would.
But I'll miss.
The taste of rainy day.

its hard..

I was so blissfully unaware of how empty
and miserable my life was before him.

And now I'm painfully aware of how lonely
and empty my life really is.

Sometimes i wish I'd never ever,
laid eyes on him but only, only for a second...