Retarded...

twelve.one.twentyten

...with a capital R

Who thought that going into 2010, I would be so bloody broke?

Nick did.
He fucking knew.

Here's the breakdown:

Dec 24: RM2000 in the bank.
With that 2000, I could have paid my rent (600), paid the bills (350) and have 900 bucks to play around with for the rest of December and be happy in January.

But nay.

Bills paid: 140
Rent:150
Smokes: 300 (which ALL went to waste coz it was fucking moldy)
Beans: 250 (for fucking shit beans, and extra 50 coz apparently they were the shit...fucking BULLSHIT)
New Years room: 400 (this was not too bad. however, we had the exact same weekend at home and it was cheaper...INCLUSIVE of different beans)
Christmas Shopping: 150
Groceries: 300

How much does all that add up to you ask?
RM 1690

Where the hell did the rest of my fucking money go?!

It didn't go to food, coz we have groceries.

Remembering work, that was another 100 last week.

It's only the 12th of January, 2010. And I am as broke as a dead horse on ketamine.
And I still have things to pay back for!

Boss: 100
Rent: 550
Princess: 70
PIC: 800
P-P: 450

At least I've figured out how to pay back the boss, and the rent and the princess...but that leaves me with 20 bucks for the rest of the month....

I need more sugar daddy friends....and I know one pet that might be willing to help :P

This is the LAST time I allow myself to get this broke.
The rest of 2010 is about frugality, friendship and futures.
It is MY fucking year.

Fuck you 2009...you allowed me to put my foot through the door, but you fucking slammed it in my face on New Years Eve *save for the Nick and the friends and the job*...ok, fine...I take that back:

Thank you 2009 for giving me an opportunity and opening the door..and thank you 2010 for giving me challenges to make me a better person.

This is MY year.