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Friday, March 10, 2006
Walking down an empty street with empty hands in empty pockets.In exactly three weeks, a parking fine; a speeding fine; a tram fine. What's next? A 'being alive' fine?? Fuck this shit, it's fucking $336 to the fucking tightarse government who either uses the money to fund hugearse tobacco companies, or to dish out to the wastrels who roam the streets instead of getting a decent job. That's like a fucking QUARTER of my balenciaga bag... Fucken dipshits. I can get a Bvlgari bracelet AND still have ample money to have a decent dinner at a swanky steakhouse and squeeze in a coffee. Alternatively I could get TWO bally belts in different colours and have enough money left over for that swanky dinner AND have coffee and cake. Fuck this shit, I say. It never rains but it pours. This is so darn depressing. Since when did I start letting money get me down?
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