do not call me fran

hello february.

one of the signs of getting old is that you ALWAYS think time is going by too fast.

yo peeps i have me some straight up job security right now. this week i have put it 3 12 hour days. uhhh huhh. the only reason i know i won't be doing that today is cupcake has promised to take me out for dinner and drinks for my birthday. i know it's late. but it is good timing because i'm broke! woot!

i've gone back to the 'cash only' policy where you actually have cash in your pocket to buy the needs. i allll most made it. granted i only had ten dollars to my name until last night (friday is payday) but i was gonna work that ten. work. it.

however, i ran out of my medications. the sleep restless leg stuff. me not on my meds? not pretty. so, yes i had to charge my $40 worth of meds.

all that to say, living on cash makes you realize the things you forget to put in the budget. hello, like meds. my netflix. but i'm bound and determined to live within my means. please stop laughing. hahahaha...

i'm also suppose to be ready a week from now to take my series 6 test. aaahh...hahahahhaa.....working those longs hours makes me mush for brains and a tad hostile towards learning MORE about my job when i just spent 12 hours WITH my job. not so much.

i want to give a shout out to my 'rents. (which, hi mom! hi dad! 'rents means parents!)  i haven't spoken to either since christmas. i actually haven't spoken to anyone since christmas unless you have text.

by the way, i want to change my name. Francesca Bustamante.

text me!

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