You know, I wish I could give everything that my parents ask for from me. But what about me? I can't be the piggy bank that kept on giving. I can't. No matter how hard I try to be a good daughter and just give them money when they need it, I can't because my money doesn't seem to last. I've been working for almost three years now and I have squat. I've saved nothing. Just enough for the occasional trip, just enough for my food, just enough for a pair of shoes every six months (or even an entire year), just enough until the the next payday.
And people wonder why I'm so terrified of turning twenty-five. Duuuude, I'm twenty-five, still living with my parents with no savings. Tell me that's worth celebrating. Except for the part that I have my parents, I don't know what to celebrate. That I am in a position by default because my previous position was an "error?" That I am like in high school and my salary is like my allowance? That I really have no choice but to keep giving everything I have because I owe my parents everything?
I am not very hard to please, which is why I seem happy even with all of this crap. Because I do find a way to be happy. It's just that, I wish I didn't have to try so hard to keep myself happy.
So should I give the last of my money to pay for yet another one of the many bills that need to be paid right now? Because it's the "right" thing to do?
So guess what I'm obsessing about? Who, rather. Kristin Chenoweth! I heart her. She is all kinds of awesome. Thank goodness for Pushing Daisies or else I would've never known about her. Okay, maybe not. She's Glinda in Wicked, and apparently, my friend has already sent 2 of her songs from the play way before. Ha ha!
Currently listening to this, though:
I love how she says "triple latte." Hahaha! Can't wait for the next episode of Pushing Daisies. One more day to go! Hahaha. OBSESSED!
My current desktop at the office:
I can't wait to go home and watch the fourth episode! Eek. And there's House, too. Man, I love my TV shows.
Hey, I can watch one for each night of the week. Hahaha! Now, my computer desperately needs more free space.
You are The Empress
Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.
The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.
The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.
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1 a : the quality or state of being negligent b : failure to exercise the care that a reasonably prudent person would exercise in like circumstances
2 : an act or instance of being negligent
—Definition of negligence, Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary
Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French & Latin; Anglo-French, from Latin neglegent-, neglegens, present participle of neglegere
1 a : marked by or given to neglect especially habitually or culpably b : failing to exercise the care expected of a reasonably prudent person in like circumstances
2 : marked by a carelessly easy manner
—Definition of negligent, Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary
Now, tell me was it any of the two? When I was doing my job and even more than what's fucking expected of me? I don't like cussing. Or at least I try my best not to. But I am pissed beyond belief. And apparently, contrary to popular belief, the person who's supposed to have my back is the one pushing me even further. When will this fucking nightmare end. I am so tired of fighting the system.