fuck

I knew I'd be broke when I checked my balance. I knew the terms would be less than favorable. Little did I know, however, that I'd be totally fucked. See, I'm not very far off at all in the actual checking account. But through the wonders of overdraft fees I'm going to be very, very seriously in the hole. And we all know I'm not seriously enough there. Nope! I need to be even more so! Yay! So what does this mean? It means I'm going to go to those goddamned evil check advance places, probably two of them, take out enough money to pay off the last one and get enough money to live off of for the next week and a half, and keep furthering the cycle. This also means that my hopes of paying off the late bills that I have been putting off paying for months now are once again not going to get paid. Cool, huh? Neither are my mom and dad, if you want to know. And while I'm at it? The utility bills are pretty damned questionable, too. But hey, at least the rent is paid.

I wish I had never discovered the check advance places. They simply prolong the misery. In addition to feeling like a total fuck up loser, you stress while you get one, you stress while waiting to pay for it, then you stress because by nature of needing a check advance in the first place you don't have enough to pay for it when it becomes due. So you do it all over again.

Smashing.

Now, after checking my balance and knowing how fucked I've gotten myself, I have to go attempt to concetrate enough to study for my lame ass math final.

Fuck Everything.