My landlord could care less that the state hasn't paid me for taking care of my mother. He wants me out so he can rent to someone who has a steady paycheck. That used to be me. And thanks to the state budget impasse, there is no where to take my mom while I search for another job. Did I mention that the other day I came home and the house was full of gas because she didn't turn the stove off completely? Caught her just before she lit a cigarette. Or that she fell down a few weeks ago and can still barely walk?
I hope the the California Governor and Republican representatives spend whatever afterlife there is in hell. Pushing a rock uphill until it rolls back down and flattens them. Time and time again. I'm so glad I was in such a hurry to grow up and be responsible. I'd run for office but as Kevin Costner put it so eloquently, I've lived a colorful life. I believe that makes me ineligible since I'm not squeaky clean enough for the hypocritical voters. To say nothing of the press.
Has anybody else noticed that the FDA lies? Like the proverbial rug. They don't care how many people die and they certainly don't care if it's induced by pharmaceutical companies or bad food. Accountability, it's only for the people who weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
Nothing else matters.
Oh well, gotta run. I just might be able to get food stamps. For myself. Isn't that special? I've been boxed into a corner and there is no guarantee that I'll even have a place to cook the food if I qualify. I'm really tired of fighting the same battles over and over again. Getting my Masters was supposed to prevent that. Instead all it did was saddle me with debt I'm never going to be able to repay. Life is so wonderful. I should have quit when I was sixteen. At least the fridge was always full and the rent was always paid.