pete, last night, toweling up water from the kitchen floor after spending the afternoon mopping up water from the basement: “everything is water today. you said it’s the season of the water bearer? FUCK that shit”
blurghhh, okay, so the septic service is coming on wednesday, fingers crossed that the normal amount of pumping/maintenance ($495) will solve the problem. i guess we have to own this one a little bit: i knew that we were due for servicing but mistakenly thought the last time they were here was during the pandemic. but it was actually in 2018. so now we’re like almost three years overdue. and i was already putting it off because i didn’t have an extra $500 lying around because i have next to no savings because i keep experiencing Emergencies that require me to borrow money at high interest rates and then i’m always too busy paying down loans to save hardly anything. “just six more months… just one more year… 18 more months if i can get another balance transfer…” over and over and over again until i die. sorry to whine maybe but also this is normal america for a lot a lot of people and the system is working exactly as it is designed, to keep us always indebted, always owing, always working, always terrified of sliding back into abject poverty, always on the verge of losing everything, every iota of “security” we have worked so hard to build, gone in an instant with one mistake, one accident, one poor decision or one moment of bad luck. the worst mistake i ever made was borrowing money for the first time when i was 18. i will be 42 this year and have never ever not been in debt. no freedom.
