O fury- bedecked! O glitter-torn! Let the wild wind erect bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect frostyfreeze turbans; iciclestuff adorn all cuckolded creation in a madcap crown of horn! It’s a new day; no scapegrace of a sect tidying up the ashtrays playing Daughter-in-Law Elect; bells! bibelots! popsicle cigars! shatter the glassware! a son born now now while ox and ass and infant lie together as poor creatures will and tears of her exertion still cling in the spent girl’s eye and a great firework in the sky drifts to the western hill.
-- Sonnet In The Shape Of A Potted Christmas Tree, George Starbuck
03:21 pm - someone's left me creased. I hate that I'm so bad with money. I overdrew on my account and had to pay TWO overdraw fees, which is like $60 and the people at the bank are relentless assholes who don't even care that I'm a broke college student. Now I don't even have money to by my Dad a Christmas present...not that he gives a fuck because he's not even coming here for Christmas and damned if I'm going to go there.
I just hate that I'm so stupid sometimes, I wish I was the kind of person who actually wrote things down in a checkbook like a responsible adult instead of a stupid child playing at being one. I feel so wasteful and now I can't even afford to do anything for Cady's birthday.
It burns being broke, it hurts to be heartbroken and always being both is such a drag.
Christmas makes me angry and depressed, in fact all holidays make me angry and depressed because they are just a reminder that: 1. I'm broke. 2. My dad doesn't give a fuck.
Ugh all this angst makes me feel 13 again. Current Mood: depressed Current Music: (Don't) Tremble, The Low Anthem