*SIGH*
ok...people. when I voluntarily chose to bust my ass with freelance to perk up my happy home, I did NOT I repeat NOT sign up for all the crap that goes along with it. Filing a dba, why? so they can take more of my money which by the way the reason for having to do so amounts to less than the cost of filing one, the constant upkeep of receipts and people who refuse to pay their bills in a timely manner. I had a deadline why don't you?
arrgg..all so i can have a decent air-conditioner that won't cost me a freakin fortune every time I want to use it. Sometimes I really hate being an adult. Truly it's a crappy existence sometimes. especially when people who are supposed to be adults act like freakin' 3 year olds. maybe i'm just still pissed about not being able to cash that stupid check. and then I ran into someone who knew me and knew skank today. Nice guy, but y'know it's really hard for me to be fake and not say what a total dirtbag our mutual acquaintance turned out to be. Especially when they have no idea...they're just being nice, so smile and nod and pretend she's not a ho' and just move on...that's being an adult. when in reality, you want to freakin broadcast the crappy thing she did. hrmmm. damn conscience.
again a lonnnnggg week of alot of work and making other people happy. I'm just tired and want to go home. Why is that too much to ask?