There is nothing romantic about bills.
I thought there was going to be. But no- even i couldnt make bills romantic. I now have bills; electricity, water, sewage. Sewage! I forget all the shit flows somewhere and eventually someone has to deal with it- and i pay for the luxury.
I managed to get to 27 before having to pay bills- i think i did pretty well considering i started paying taxes at 18.
Taxes are never sexy, or romantic. It is necessary and evil.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Fresh fresh starts
Start anew.
New town, new job, new place.
New people I have never met.
How exciting, how intense.
Only a little scared.
I start at a new hospital tomorrow-0745. Tomorrow i will be a morning person. Tomorrow the new shiny amazing me will be manifest.
Tomorrow afternoon I'll get the new flat. It will be a home, all my own (as much as a rented flat could be).Think of Feist's Mushaboom- that's the kinda homey im thinking of.
New town, new job, new place.
New people I have never met.
How exciting, how intense.
Only a little scared.
I start at a new hospital tomorrow-0745. Tomorrow i will be a morning person. Tomorrow the new shiny amazing me will be manifest.
Tomorrow afternoon I'll get the new flat. It will be a home, all my own (as much as a rented flat could be).Think of Feist's Mushaboom- that's the kinda homey im thinking of.
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