Grrrr....

So the pet-sitting for my trip is going to cost $600. Blank stare. That's a big farking kick in the teeth, let me tell you. I can't seem to call in a favour on this one to save my life, so it looks more like I'll be rounding up money owed and selling stuff like the guitar. Of course I can't help but think that I probably spent that kind of money (at least) on someone over the past 9 months, enabling in that lovely way I'm so good at, and hoping somehow, someway, that it would come back to me in the form of acceptance or tenderness. I wonder how many others there were, doing just as I did, looking at their bank statements now and wondering what they got out of it. Not bitter, just broke. Oh well, at least the new girl has a lucrative career. I wonder if I can sue for something. Emotional fuckwittage? Oh the irony.