Its like one good thing and then one bad thing. Like one after the other at the moment! Being a writer meens I'm skint, and I mean REALLY skint. I cant afford to pay any bills so when I (well Lee) found some money today it was really good... a whole couplea hundred quid good, and Lucy suggested the best thing we do is pay off one of the bills of impending doom that keep flying through our letterbox like there is no tommorrow. So I went and did the first cardinal sin and actually opened one of the fucking things and it was HUGE! I mean really big (I mean, Like I've NEVER seen a utility bill that big and thats saying something considering what I do for money). So we paid off a measly $200 (excuse the dollars - this keybord thinks a pound sign should be represented thus: #) and now I'm totally worried and thinking that I'm gonna have to grow up and get a proper job and work full time and NEVER have any time to write and totally have to wear a suit to work and possible kill myself from total GGGAAAAAHHHH!!!!
I spoke to Jacek Laswoski at the Arts Council today and now I have to go up there on the 31st to see them (good) but my boss is being a cunt and leaving me little bollocking post it notes around the office (bad) I heard from Damien today about my arts proposal (good) but all the heating and computers are fucked at work (bad) I now know what I need to spend the grant money on (good) its bills (bad) I am on my period (good) but now stupidly ill and feel like I might die at any moment (bad)...
Sometimes I just want the world to stop so I can get the fuck off!
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it's lame
you get a job cos you need money, then you end up getting more and more entangled in it - I keep having to come in before 9 as I need to get stuff done 'before the day starts' and then I rarely seem to get home before 7.
fuckers.
at least you still get time to write. think of it this way, you'll pay off the utilitiy companies when you're sitting on a big fat royalty cheque
Not going to happen.
Only the machine that is JK Rowling has those luxuries, Dont you remember Emma sighing and crying over her water bills? It never gets any easier.
What, never? Shit. *cries softly into her tuna sandwich*
I know it's hard. Right now I'm living off a £7 a week spending budget (and that includes a week's groceries) just to get through it. HSBC are bastards and won't help. You'll get by. You just have to have faith that things will be alright eventually.
A man's not a piece of fruit!
You can't just (something) and throw away the rind.
Dunno about women...
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