/me is a fucking idiot.

A first class heel.

Guess what I did today.

I was putting my receipts and checks and sundry withdrawals into my checkbook register and compared it with my online banking institution, when I realized that I was off by a fair margin - then I made some adjustments, and realized that I was $50.00 overdrawn.

Then I flipped out.

I was snapping at my kids, I was yelling at the woman I love. I was being a royal horse's ass. Ordinarily, I wouldn't feel remorse for reacting like this. I make a decent income, yet, it seems I'm constantly unable to afford things that I should be easily able to afford without even thinking about it. I've been trying to get my family to spend less money, so that we can actually save some, and maybe buy something nice once in a while, but it never seems to work. Then I realized that not only did I have no money, but I owe the bank money. Why should I be sorry for getting angry about this?

"How can a man who makes, X dollars a year be broke? Where the hell is this money going? It's going to be a sad Christmas this year, if things don't change right now!", are only a small sample of some of the things I wish I hadn't said.

So after about twenty minutes of me stomping around the house being a general prick, my fiance hands me a receipt and says, "We can get some money back. I'll return this. I'm sorry."

"What the hell is this?" I ask, continuing with my idiot asshole modus operandi for the day.

"Oh, that's your birthday present. I put it on layaway. I thought we had more money. I'm sorry."


I'm such a dickhead sometimes, I make myself sick.



No, babe. I am sorry.