I hate Will. He has been gone "out to [his] car" for the last freaking 45min. That is after the hour lunch he took. I'm leaving as soon as he gets back in cause I'm sick of all this crap.

Credit cards are terrible, and I'm gunna have to start living to my current funds. I've dug myself out of my last hole, and have now vowed to never do it again. I'm moving the card to the back of my wallet and it is for absolute, traped in the D, gunna be raped emergencies.

I have no money. Stuff sucks.

Anyway... Whateve.