I am optimistic about this though because my financial situation will force me to do the one thing my will power has been failing me on: slow the fuck down. Spend nights at home, cook, read, knit, cuddle my kitties, tackle the mountain of laundry that is taking over my life and clean my fucking room. These are all things that I have enjoyed for a long time and will continue to enjoy now that I cannot escape to the bottom of a bottle. There will still be cheap wine in my life, just not as much and it will be consumed at home where it doesn’t cost $7 a glass.
Speaking of a lack of funds! Do you have any idea how fucking expensive it is to park downtown? $180 for the pleasure of driving to work and having a place for my car to sit until I have to drive my ass home! Thanks! This and the price of gas will be the death of me. I should be environmentally and socially responsible and ride the bus, but riding the bus makes me homicidal. Riding the bus during rush hour makes me suicidal.
*le sigh*
2 comments:
I think homicidal is appropriate for both situations, though I can see the suicidal urge if homicide isn't working fast enough... Do you live too far away to ride a bike? One of the reasons I'm jealous of my girlfriend's work location is that it's a slightly shorter ride, and the lack of parking would make riding the thing I had to do instead of the thing I do about 30% of the time (in good weather)...
I live out of biking range and also the thought of riding a bike downtown kinda scares the shit out of me. Its a wonder anyone survives on a bike downtown. I definitely have respect for the brave souls that do it though.
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