Boo Hoo

Get ready for a whiny post because everything is poo. If feeling sorry for yourself was a sport, I'd be MVP hands down. At the very least I feel self pity should be considered a hobby, that way I'd have an "interest" other than eating and alcoholism. Below is a list of my biggest complaints.

#1- I'm so fucking sick of being broke. It's acceptable when you're in your 20's, maybe even a right of passage of sorts, but it's just plain pathetic when you're 32. It's no longer socially acceptable to turn down the rare invitations I get to leave the house because I'm broke. I think my friends are as sick of hearing it as I am of saying it.


#2- I hate living in an apartment. Mostly I hate the noisy bitch that lives above me. I simply cannot fathom how someone can make so much noise. Does she fall down repeatedly?? Did she just drop a bowling ball, again?? Does she have a goddamn aerobic studio up there?? Not likely judging by her fat ass. It makes me into an angr(ier) person. Also my disdain for human interaction makes leaving my apartment an unpleasant experience. Half the time I cannot walk the 15 fucking feet to my car without running into another person. Don't even get me started on the mail room. What is really sad is that despite the fact they are practically giving houses away in Vegas, according to 2 different lenders, I am still too poor to buy one. Even sadder still, the mortgage on a house that I'd want, would be less than I'm paying in rent. Go figure.


#3- No social life. I don't have enough friends and certainly no man-friend to speak of. Truly my best friend is my dog and I spend the majority of my time with him. Unfortunately he is not the pocket dog variety therefore I am unable to visit public places with him like one might do with an actual human companion. Also he's not much of a conversationalist and he stinks.

After much pondering I've come up with a few conclusions.


#1- I am just completely sick of my life but lack the drive to do anything about it (other than complain.) Very pro-active, I know.

#2- They say money doesn't buy happiness but I think "they" were rich and just said that to keep us poor folks from rioting. Money may not buy happiness but what it does buy is peace of mind in the form of health insurance, food, shelter, some foreseeable way to retire before death. It also buys some pleasures in life like shoes and clothes (I said it, I'm sad because I don't have enough goddamn shoes and cute outfits) a vacation every once in a blue moon or maybe just a meal that doesn't come from a box.

#3- I have no one to blame but myself for all my problems. New tricks are hard for this old dog though, so I suppose it's put up or shut up and I've chosen to shut up. For now at least.