I can’t believe somebody actually donated to me. I would like to thank Mike for his $3 donation. I’m ecstatic eventhough I have no idea how to get the money since I’m in the Philippines. Oh well. At least it’s still $3. That means a lot to me. That’s more than the money in my wallet.
I added radio blog for my blog. Just click on the radio picture on your right. The music there might not be according to your taste but heh this is my blog.
Goddammit! I’m so broke. I have no more money in the bank, I still have some credit card debts, and right now, there’s only 150 pesos in my wallet (equivalent to US $2.70). It’s so frustrating. I don’t want to be so dependent on money but we all need it to survive. Right now I feel so deprived because I couldn’t go out of the house because doing so would mean I have to spend, even just for parking. Tomorrow is the UP CAST Alumni Homecoming and I’m not going because we’ll be required to pay 50 pesos. I guess that covers finger food and to help the organization funds. But what about MY funds? Argh!!! And because I feel so deprived, I know that I will spend as soon as I get some money. Fuck money! It’s the spawn of the devil.
I’m even tempted to add google ads in this blog. I really don’t want to do this because I think they’re butt fucker ugly but I really need dough. Waaah.
If you are filthy rich, why not donate to my pay pal tin can with class? It will go to a worthy cause. My sanity!
Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel
