These folks I work with are great. But in their own clique. Have I mentioned that before? Probably a thousand. But here's a 1,001. Here I sit, with $11 to my name. and $4.83 in the bank, and everybody else here is on salary. In houses, apartments, married, and certainly don't have to worry about buying their lunch. 

            It's concerning and sad at times, but other times it's liberating. Living life on the edge. Oh is that what you tell yourself? YES yes it is. On the edge...of starvation. Forced starvation at times. So I can make it through to this substandard (but appropriate) first check (and the subsequent ones) so I can survive sub-normally again. To me, what most would consider povertous (is that a word? now it is) (Why so many parenthesis?) I consider luxurious (see the rhyme?!?) 

            Odd thing is, they all make her laugh. There's no room for me to as it's constant and overbearing, but...they're all married. They make her laugh, but they're all married. Goes to show work flirting is a thing no matter what. It's a different class in itself outside of your personal life. All bets are off and it's the wild god-damn-west. It's okay though because she is also their age and in a house (I think) and wants nothing to do with my like everyone else I've been interested in. 

              Yeehaw. Fuck.