Not The Favorite

I feel so defeated. All I want to do is curl up into a tiny, tiny ball and cry. We can’t get something we desperately need. No one can help. And the only one I can blame for this is myself. The one thing I thought I was doing right to get us where we need to go on my life plan, has come back to bite me in the ass. It is the roadblock that is between me and peace of mind. This sucks.

Oh, and Merry Christmas Death’O’Matic. I hope you enjoy the new parts that we had to buy you with our Christmas money. It’s not like you meant to die right before Christmas, right? Right?!?! Hunk of spiteful metal…

Labels: Death'O'Matic, Money