Oh Noooo!

Birthdays are joyful celebrations of one’s date of birth. It is meant to be fun, pleasurable, and memorable. I understand that. But, why does it have to come out of my pocket all the time? Don’t misunderstand, I would give my left nut to my family, my children, even my ex-wives were it reasonable. It is not reasonable that I continue to carry this load while four other adults sleep till noon or later while I have to work my ass off to provide for them, and have to find a way to put up the money wanted for a birthday party.

I am not complaining about the birthday party. My “old lady” wants me to spend about $500.00 on gifts. That is my complaint. I barely make enough to feed us as is. How the hell am I supposed to come up with an extra $500.00? The local banks, liquor stores, and 7-11’s all know me quite well, so I cannot do that.

I guess I could go sell my blood to the local blood bank. Do you suppose they will let me sell them six gallons in a period of one week? Since the human body only carries about 1 1/4 gallons of blood, I would have to work overtime trying to refill myself between visits to the blood bank, and still work 8 to 12 hours a day on the job. I would try selling my sperm. But, the second they did any research into my offspring they would discover how lazy these assholes are and run me right out the door.

Well, I guess I have one option left. PayDay Loans! That’s right folks. I have to go borrow money against my pay, that will cost me more than my pay, to be paid back before I get enough pay to pay it. And, they will probably sell my bank information to some “butt-wipe” claiming themselves a “collection agency” and steal money from my account somewhere down the road. I am going through that now also.

Over a year ago I got one of those “on-line” pay day loans. I paid it off on time and all that crap. Now, a year and a half later, some clown does a direct debit from my account claiming himself a collection agency collecting on a pay day loan I haven’t paid. Ended up having to file a claim with the bank to get my money back ($125.00 in debit from my account and an additional $130.00 in bounce charges relative to the debit) and now have to close my account and open a new one to prevent the clown from doing another attempt in the future. But, I guess . . . Sometimes ya just got to do what ya got to do.

I wonder what kind of result I will achieve by going back and waking the boys and telling them that their sleeping till noon and partying all night is not being helpful to me. Man, I wish God would give out free restarts so I could go back and try this over again. Do not know if I would get it right, but I would certainly do it different..

Believe it or not, I am not suicidal or depressed. I am fine with things and am man enough to carry the load. This is just my “bitch & moan” session that provides me enough release so I can do so. Have a wonderful day folks.

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