It's my mom's birthday today. She's 58. That's too close to 60 for my comfort. I don't like seeing her get old. Just because the closer she gets to the end doesn't mean anything will be easier for her or my dad. In fact things are just as hard for them now as it was 30 years ago. Financially struggling, never being able to get ahead, constantly having to work terribly hard with no rest to get by. I hate that. I don't want that.
I need to start a savings account. I applied for a job at Rgis yesterday. Jessica a girl I work with recently got a job doing inventory for them and Becky and I are trying to do the same, because Fashion Bug sucks ass.
Harper and I went and saw 27 dresses tonight. Good movie, and Bad movie. It's making me miss something I don't have. Love.
Fuck that.
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