a Penny saved is a Dollar lost / The Lady in Red

Ok, some jackass just rode by on a little motor scooter which may as well have been made by Fisher Price. He's not as hard as I hope he thinks he is.

I envy you fuckers who have full time jobs. While most of you might be in a temporary position, you're at least on the climb. Your friend Matt however is a college grad making $8 an hour recording recitals at the University. My last paycheck was a whopping $24.39. That may have paid the rent 200 years ago, I'm afraid I'll be drinking a 30 of BEAST this evening.

This should inspire me, but it doesn't. Fools & Horses is doing well by comparison, and we manage to throw all our earnings back into the pot, save for a small small percentage that ends up in our pockets. But right now we have more money going out than coming in. The account is frequently overdrawn, and I may start losing hair. I've got a lot of it, so I could be wrong. Pray that I am.

Demoed a few goodn's last week that I hope we can use.
My favorite is a song about an ex from high school. I feel a bit like John Cusack from High Fidelity. I can't speak too ill of her, as a lot of time's gone by since she destroyed my heart.
Glad she did though. So every now and then, the night of her senior prom comes back to haunt me. We were on a lovely "break" from our relationship on the week leading up to the prom and I was entirely gutted. However, one little shred of hope left to me was this prom. So I dappered myself up quite nicely, swallowed hard and went for it.

Limo ride was nice, dinner was crap (but it always is), and the company was surprisingly warm. They may have known she was done with my ass by that point and were just being kind. Either way, I felt things were on the up. Then she disappeared. I was left alone at her prom for the remainder of the evening. I managed to find her once, and we danced to that high school classic "lady in red."

So this doesn't sound as remotely horrible as it was, but believe me. I was a hopeless, hopeless case. And she broke up with me officially through e-mail the next day, but I'm over it! Or am I?(chuckle) I really am, it's just sometimes the feeling of what I felt comes back to me every now and then, and I get inspired to write about it. So this latest one is called I am the Ghost. And I'll play it now if you like PLAY ME BITCH!