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I landed another story. Go me! I am digging on this whole freelance thing, I mean you can't beat the hours, I work for myself and my boss is totally hot. The problem is, as far as I can see, that you don't get paid for not what seems like months, but really is months. Apparently, freelancers should have enough money banked to survive for AT LEAST half a year - a year preferably. I fear I am off to a poor start as my chequing account is currently sitting at a shallow -$628. Oh, and there is that $400 I owe to my kind and affectionate benefactor aaaannnd the $100 I owe my dad and I won't even go into my student loan situation. So, yeah... It will take me a good 10 years to get out of the hole and then maybe another 5 years to bank a year's wages. That is if I can make some money writing... You can see the problem here, right?

You know what makes me ill? The amount of money it would take to give me a chance in life is what someone would spend on a new car. Now there's no need to remind me that I live a privileged life, that there are people with REAL problems out there. I am aware that it could be much worse. And believe me, I know no one owes me a thing. Yeah, yeah - I'm a bad person, I get it. And don't think I'm crying "no fair", because clearly this isn't about fairness. One man/woman's wealth doesn't factor into my poverty but really, it's totally not fair.

I don't suppose there's any way to redeem myself after this pitiful post... Well, I'll tell you this: I'm good in bed and I don't harm animals, unless you count eating them... See? How likeable is that?

Didn't this start out with a "Go me!"? I probably should have left it at that.