what a shitty morning
went to my first tractor pull last night (yes i am
officially white trash now) had a good time. came home.
my mother wakes me up with a phone call this morning at
9:45 saying that she is going to stop giving me any money
and now instead of just working one dead end job, i have
to work two dead end jobs ("craig, there's time in the
morning from 9-12 and then the weekends too")
you have no idea how shocking this is to
me... my mother has a history of saying one
thing one moment and then going back on it the next
fucking second. stress and depression to come...