last night there was a massacre in my apartment. it went a little something like this...
credit card girl myself).
last night i decided he was done. i needed a pick me up and he, ultimately, had to take one for the team.
today-i am 1 piggy bank less than i was yesterday-but $94.25 richer than i was yesterday. i'm throwing the coins down on my contact purchase i had to make earlier this month.
side note: also made some cash today from my carpooler-that too, is going toward the contacts.
tryin' everything i can think of to get outta this funk.