oh what to do...
i'm so broke. I'm seriously considering drug experiments for money. PET scans at the very least. Hello $200. I need you to buy new boots so my feet won't get wet in the slush.
I would like to move into Toronto for the summer, but... (see above)
And I just want to do something different for a while. I need to take a bit of a break from health programming and evaluation, but that pretty much leaves me with waitressing and I doubt that will allow me to move out. see above. etc.etc.etc. it's a an endless cycle of wants and needs and money problems.
oh my life is so hard. ha.
dear diary:
i would like to win the lottery.
i'm a good person and i think i would spend it well and not on ugly fashion or a nose job. I promise i will never sue any member of my family over my winnings.
okay?
n.
12:26 a.m. - 2005-02-09
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