I woke my mother up this morning at 5:15am. She had just texted Timon (another Perthian who I have been living and loving with) so I figured she was up. She wasn’t, but I needed money; rather-I really need money. Mostly because she canceled my phone. Not in a ‘your cut off’ way; I had just been calling when I was only meant to text and racked up a $300 phone bill. Its not her money I want though I’m not a scab; she has a $900 cheque of mine I need her to bank- thats understandable right? We need to pay rent on our den and I need to buy a whole bunch of shit for work. First shift tonight.
I really need a phone now too which she is pushing because she loves and wants contact with her baby runaway.
So today I Iphone, which is rad but fucking intimidating to commit a two year contract. It’s still only 9:20 and banks in Perth won’t even open until nine which means lunchtime here. I have so much to do and so much time I can’t utilise to do it. So I do what I do best. I wait~