fuck this

i just paid bills online, which is always a harrowing experience. it will never cease to amaze me how much it costs to live in a shitty fucking shithole apartment in shithole baltimore, maryland. granted, living alone is really an expensive business. i'm not going to tell you how much i pay for my shithole apartment, because you'd inevitably gasp while your eyes dart around: torn lineoleum? thirty-year-old carpet? civil-war-era windows that open nor close all the way? you pay how much, again? yeah, well, i get to live in downtown baltimore. oh wait.

so, yeah. after i paid bills just now and did some math, i discovered that i've already spent all but FOUR DOLLARS of my NEXT PAYCHECK.

now, if i were living it up paris-hilton style, going out every night and shopping at only the finest boutiques, i might not be surprised at how perpetually broke i am. as it is, i informed hilary yesterday that i couldn't go out for hamburgers with her tonight because i can't fucking afford it. that's right, i can't afford a hamburger. maybe a mcdonald's hamburger. but probably not.

fuck you, adult life. fuck you.