Money = Satan
I have a new hostee, well, I’m hosting her artwork and such, her personal site is elsewhere. But please welcome Cathy to the Tawodi family. A very talented (with good taste too, I might add) and interesting woman.
Still no word on any of the interviews I’ve been going to. Why is it so hard to find a job? Why is it even harder to find a job when you -have- the qualifications for it? It makes no sense to me.
I’d give anything to have a Utopian society. One where people made clothes, because clothes needed to be made. They didn’t -charge- for it, there was no -trading-. People worked to provide and in turn, were provided for. If you needed clothes, you go get them. Just make sure in some way you are also providing for the community.
Ugh. If only. Money = The REAL Devil
Mom called and wanted me to go out to dinner with her last night. I didn’t answer the phone, and didn’t call her back. It may seem calleous of me, but I refuse. She has not changed, she has not ‘gotten better,’ hell, she’s not even SANE. I refuse to give her any sort of inclination that I am her daughter, or that I approve of what she’s done to everyone. I do not badmouth her in front of my sister, and that’s good enough for me.
Almost makes me sick thinking about it.
I found out that my mothers proposal for a new judge and a new lawyer for my sister was denied. Which is a good thing. It’s not like they wouldn’t find her just as guilty, heh. But I guess when you’re desperate you’ll try anything.
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One Response to “Money = Satan”
August 2nd, 2003 at 8:54 pm
Hey Miss “I only comment when your blog looks like crap!”
I’m done with my new layout now. Haha.. I’ve also added my little two cents on Cherish as well.. just call me Mr. Productive.