Today, 10:45 AM
Mother Fucker. So, then, it sounds to me like we're supporting the social indulgences of the baby daddies. We're paying for their freakin party.
You know, I really hate to sound like this. I really do. But crap like this is when I really do wish that the system would crash for about 6 months. I'd hang out up in the mountains at the old home place in a room with a view. Seriously. I might even crack a cold one. Unbelievable. I still think of food stamps as those paper ones. I keep forgetting it's all electronic now. Like regular transactions at debit machines. These mofos are going straight playa with my money. wtf...
It kind of puts me at odds with my underlying belief that I don't really mind so much that people in real need under some unfortunate short-term circumstances beyond their control receive help in some way. I'm okay with that. I know people who have had to ask for that kind of help and were ashamed to do so but it was their only option. But they had a plan to get out of the situation. And the will to get out of their situations. They wanted to get out of their situation. And they eventually did. And these are good people.
But this stuff with partying with my money doesn't fly. Holy crap. I didn't know it was like this, though. Dang.