clarification

They say that when you're at the bottom the only place to go is up.

But what are the guidelines as to how long you have to be at the bottom? 

I feel like I've done my time.

what time of the month is it?

I went to the store sunday night at midnight and came away with coffee ice cream, chocolate hazelnut gelato, chocolate raspberry milanos, chocolate covered cream puffs, sour cream and onion chips, tangy tomato ranch chips, salty peanuts, onion and three cheese chips.....oh and half a gallon of 1% milk. Try making a lunch out of that.

 If you see any woman with a salty/sweet themed shopping cart at midnight, wasting her money on pms snacks instead of nutritious food for her kids, steer clear of her; make no sudden movements, just back away quietly and noone will get hurt.

Today is earthday, I'm sitting here watching marathons of shows full of gorgeous enviromentally friendly products that I can't possibly afford (especially after spending all my money on sweet and salty midnight snacks)-like A NEW CAR! Somebody give me a hybrid SUV for god's sake...or just shoot me and put me out of my misery.

Brave New World

Wow I have spent $70 on gas this week-much more than on food for me and the kids- and I didn't even  go anywhere far or unusual. Of course my car is old and incredibly inefficient and I can't afford to buy a more fuel efficient vehicle which is why, as usual, the poor pay the biggest price when there are fuel/food crises.

 ("Blah blah blah enough with the travails of the poor already you bloody Marxist!")

Fight the power...

Today is tax day, an important day for those with incomes; not something I have to worry my pretty little head about. My main concern at the moment is paying off $200 of bank fees, overdraft charges of $34 a piece for things like $2.80 worth of thread that I bought in my quest to make everything myself and not participate in the market economy. It turns out I could have bought napkins and tablecloths for the same ammount it ended up costing me to make them, courtesy of Wells Fargo, who can shove their stage coach right up their collective asses actually. When I spoke to John Who Was Happy To Assist Me Today, he apologized that I felt the way that I did ( i.e that the overdraft fees are a predatory practice targeting the poor who pay John's and everyone else's salary and that the bank builds its profits on the backs of the poor and that those $200 should have been food for me and my kids and not lining the corporate pockets of the already outrageously rich), however as it is my responsability to keep track of my expenses, he couldn't help me. But how about some overdraft protection? Yes please, will it stop me from unsafe overdraft sex/pregnancy? I told John that if I had any money I would have put it in my checking account so as not to become overdrawn, rather than into some other special account that Wells Fargo could charge me more fees for each time they transferred money into my checking account to cover my overdraft- I know call me crazy.

The banks just want to help us out people-you all know that. Look at the whole sub-prime mortgage debacle; kind banks giving people mortgages who didn't really have enough to pay them,then betting on the outcome and selling the loans to ANYONE at all ANYWHERE in the world-who else is nice enough to lend you money they know you can't pay back? Oh yeah...the MAFIA.

Star wars

I went to see Carrie Fisher's 'Wishful Drinking' the other night; she was awesome. There's a girl who knows how to work her dysfunction all the way to the bank baby. It highlights yet again the lame cards I was dealt when I was born ( because it is all about me after all). If my  parents had been America's sweethearts, completely self-centred and alcoholic, and if I had been lucky enough to be bipolar ( the pilates of mental illness) , then obviously I would have been up on that stage raking in the money instead of sitting here in the middle of the day knitting steering wheel covers because I have no life.

I could have been Princess Leia you know.