It is so nice to be able to drive down to the shopping center. A car can make me so lazy when it comes to walking. It was quite a lengthy walk down there.
Ferret was asking me about my car this morning and it was making me uncomfortable. I am so suspicious these days.
"How did you get that car?" he asked.
"My parents gave it to me," I replied.
"How many miles on it?"
"You're are spoiled fucking rotten," Ferret said. "That car is like brand new for a Honda. You are a daddy's boy."
"Bah!" I said as I got up to walk away. It was time for the job hunt.
Mom is coming by to take me to buy gas for my car. I plan on hitting up some of the local businesses for a job. It is what Ferret should be doing instead of berating me for my good fortune. I am so damn tired of not having any money at all. I've spent the last of my blog advertising cash on Diet Cokes. I am ready to start getting a paycheck.