Musings on a Friday Afternoon

I am sitting here waiting. Apparently not getting paid for this waiting. It's hot, looks beautiful but I am hot. And sweaty. That combination leads to stickiness. I'm sweating in places I didn't know could sweat or at least never thought about sweating in. This is ridiculous. Being this uncomfortable kills any class or dignity I might have felt I had. I wish I were more of a lady, but fuck that shit. Maybe I'll be a classy broad for Halloween. I want a day in the life of someone else. A good someone else please, no prisoner or people with jobs that society deems menial. Or at least someone with their shit together. Everything I want in life with the exception of conceiving and delivering a healthy baby (always gotta make sure to say I want the whole thing lest I jinx myself and conceive and then miscarry or have a child with major health problems) are achieved through having it together. Working hard. A house, car, bills paid on time, hell, bills paid would be nice, a little spare change for fun, rainy day money, I'm-gonna-be-old-one-day money. Quality of life, man. Money can't buy happiness but it can pay the rent & the water & the electric & buy groceries. And having a place to live with running water, power, and food to eat without constant worrying that I was going to lose those things would in fact make me blissfully happy.