Knees are killing me
Not literally, of course. But they are HUGE, hot and I can barely walk on them. When I do it hurts so bad I want to puke. Plus they keep trying to give out. Fucking lovely. >.> I think that’s all I’m–no wait I remember what else. I’m tired of being the fucking Bank. Anytime anyone is out of money, they come sniffing and asking me to bail their asses out. They know I like to always have a least a little bit of money in case there is an emergency, and my husband doesn’t even TRY to watch his spending, because he can just come get some from me if he runs out. Its pissing me off. Guess I’ll have to stash it and say I don’t have any so they will leave me the fuck alone about it. -.-;;