As April 7th quickly approaches and the threat of being jobless and absolutely no money coming in threatens, trying to find a reason to be happy and not just a bitch is becoming harder by the moment. I constantly feel like I'm standing on the edge of a whirlpool and my life is just whirling away down it without me. This year so far is shaping up to be as bad as last year, what with deaths of dear friends, and encroaching changes that I never wanted. The job market looks more bleak than ever and I'm sure there will be a renewed and panicked rush to apply to jobs as people's extended benefits disapear. I am often left wondering what is wrong with me and if I'll ever have that needed stability again... or more so in time.
As I sit here typing this morose pity party I'm reminded of the funny things in life. I opened the freezer and there at the bottom crouches a frozen daddy long legs, sad and strange. I put a casserole in the oven and a few minutes later we smell burning and look. Something that overflowed at one point is now on fire and a foot long flame is dancing around. My pugs are sitting on the porch looking at me strangely.
Which brings me back to April 7th... what to do? Everything I can think of costs money. I am going with my friend Candice to get her first tattoo, I'm excited. It should be fun. I would drag her to Rocky Point if she had her passport. I think a hot air balloon ride is out this year - $$. She says Glamour Shots is out. Maybe I'll have acrylics put on and do something really snazzy, that's a viable idea. I honestly don't want to spend more than $50, even less would be nice. I'm accepting ideas, just think bucket list.
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