i miss you again. why is is all other widows enjoy valuable mortgage and inheriting huge amount of dispensible insurance grants in their dead husband's will, while all i got is this pathetic antique mirror desk, run-down housewith a backyard filled with full-grown weeds, and this ruthlessly unapologetic, rebellious step-daughter, who throws up sissy princess fits for no apparent reason?
here i'm stuck with this monotonous clerical at the neighbourhood pharmacy, receiving such meagre pay just enough to pay off bank loan for this 2nd hand 1975 Dodge Dart.
damn, just rmembered the deadline for submission of tax is 2 weeks later. Gigantic hole burnt in pocket. again.
my dodge dart needs a repaint