I'm amazed at some of the questions I get asked. Like if i'm wearing my key jacket that has the keys all over it, people always ask me, "why does your jacket have keys on it?" I look at them and I'm thinking, "Does every one have a rhyme or reason for doing what they do? Can't I wear what I want to wear without being being asked why I am? Also what the hell does it matter to you? You have no business asking me this question, Your just a stranger! Maybe I like to create my own style. Maybe I wanna do something creative. So screw you..." But instead of lecturing them, I polity say "because I like it."
And sometimes people are pushy using questions. Like right now I'm flat broke, not one dime to my name. Someone asks me, "Do you wanna go here on this day? It's only $7.00." I explain that i'm broke and that I can't get money from mom either. Then i'm asked the question, "why not?" Once again i'm thinking, "How the hell is that your business?" Get the hint, i'm fucking poor. NO MONEY MEANS NO MONEY... It's irritating...
Next weekend I'm going to Disneyland. I've planned for this sense Easter. I'm gonna get a year pass for $375. But mom only saved $300 so I need to get the rest from her. I don't even know how much tax is gonna be. She has as little money as ever with Albertsons possibly going on strike. We've never been this poor. Mom usually relies on grandpa who so inconveniently broke his arm and is in the hospital. I also gotta pay $30 for my share of the hotel room. I was told about that in advance though. On top of everything Jessica says I have to have ten more dollars now to see Jessica's cousins show, I honestly don't know what magical fairy is gonna make that appear. Nobody understands that when I say I'm poor I mean I have no money. I don't know what their definition is but it's just fucking ridiculous.
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