I'm incredibly rich as of late. My weekends make me four hundred dollars. My weekdays make me a hundred or a little more. There is no time to spend. Another tattoo and a deposit on an apartment next year is all I need. Either my shit that was handle is causing the better mood or it's the Effexor XR.
For dinner I am making a pot roast, garlic mashed potatoes, canned corn and chocolate milk. I am going to get a little dressed up and wear some not so subtle make up.