August 19, 2005

Guess which one of the seven dwarves I feel like today? Hey! How come nobody has made a quiz for that?

I keep getting cookie fortunes and horoscopes that tell me I'm going to come into money, but the bucks haven't materialized yet. If they're just predicting payday, that's no feat of prognostication. I've been hoping for a couple grand in a lump sum. Ten would be good. With ten grand I could pay off my credit card and knock a big chunk off my school loans, with a little left over for lunch. I might even seriously look into a cell phone, if the rates wouldn't eat up all my take-home once the windfall was gone.

The price of gasoline is killer when you're on a tight budget. I used to be able to get by with 10 bucks worth every two weeks. Now I'm getting less than 3.5 gallons for that same Hamilton, which means I have to either buy gas more often or pony up more at the pump. Why did the lefties say we went into Iraq again? To steal all that sweet, sweet oil?

I heard on TV that coffee prices are their lowest in 100 years. Not at my grocery store. Has anybody been able to go into a restaurant and get a cup of joe for a nickle? I didn't think so.

I'm just grumpy because my work week has started again, and I have to go buy gas before I head in...

Posted by Susie at August 19, 2005 11:07 AM | TrackBack
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Aah. I, too, 'member when five bucks would get me a week's worth of gas. That was right about the time when $1.15 bought a pack o'smokes if ya knew where to get 'em.

"No taxation without representation" used to be a battle cry. Now, it seems, it's just a way of life. WTF?

Wake up, America! You're sleeeeeeeeeeeepimg...

Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 19, 2005 11:00 PM