Ah Fuck I am so broke that I am counting my change. I am so broke that I am blogging about counting my change. I am far to broke to be comfortable. If you are a regular client, if you have been wanting to play, if you just like my writing and would like to donate money to my tuition / suicide prevention fund now would be a great time to do it.
I am no stranger to trolling for a buck. I have been in the sex industry for long enough that I’m not amused by mentioning how long it has been. It is a time from that has crossed the threshold of “she knows what she’s doing” level of experience and become something more like “Geez why is she still doing this?”
The fact of the matter is that I am still doing this, trying to muster up enough money to pay my bills and get through school. Granted I have finished college and because I am so good at school I want to get a PhD. Bully for me. I’m sure that to a lot of the people who no longer speak to me because of this decision I must seem like a spoiled brat. I’m not.
Today I am counting my change. I don’t have any more matte, my preferred caffeinated beverage, though last year I bought several kilos of black tea, it’s too jittery for my liking and I can’t drink it without soy milk and sugar. I have some sugar but I’m out of soy milk. I’m gonna count up my change and go buy some soy milk. I don’t have (and haven’t had) enough money to do my laundry in months. It’s in the back of my car, a purchase that I had to suck up and make as socal was simply dehumanizing without one. My car is bigger than my apartment so for the time being it is my laundry room.
Back to my lack of mullah. Grad school is a level of poverty that I’m not sure I can cope with. I can’t afford food so I’m 50 lbs lighter than I was a year ago. Woo Hoo – smart and skinny. If you are at all interested in the horrible economic situation in California you might be aware that a lot of money was cut from our school system. Almost 600 million dollars – cut. Fuck. I’m a thousand dollars short of my tuition. I have to have it by Friday. I don’t have any food. My laundry is filthy – I’m in fact wearing the same pair of socks that I put on (dirty) Monday. The situation is fucking disgusting. I feel like I am living in a third world country. I am currently sitting in a coffee house, using the internet connection because I can not afford to have service in my apartment, and I feel like they are gonna catch on to the fact that I am simply reusing the paper cup. I live close by so I have been refilling the cup with tea from home, using it as a VIP pass to sit in the coffee house for hours on end. I don’t even have enough money to buy a cup of tea in a coffee house. This is truly awful.
I think I’m pretty hip, though I have no friends and my family won’t talk to me. I’m smart and skinny. I’m well read and can make you feel intellectually inadequate. My perversions are world class. Why then am I so fucking broke? Do I have a drug habit? I wish. I have an education habit. I could spend my time being a good internet dominatrix – hanging around waiting to prey upon the next submissive who appears, but I’m reading a ton of feminist and linguistic theory instead. I read over twenty books this week, wrote a pretty stellar paper about the patriarchy inherent in the USAmerican English language and on Friday I have to go tot the cashiers office with a thousand bucks I don’t have. Wanna support my education habit? Wanna take me to the grocery store? Wanna be pissed on at the beach this afternoon? Something – anything to amuse me, distract me from my hunger – something.
Anyone got a bone to toss my way?
I know that the Christmas fucking decorations just went up which means that your fucking offspring are gonna get to believe in Santa and that I am gonna end up stealing food before the year is over. I really don’t want to have to steal food. That might be my breaking point.
I’m pretty sure that I am suffering from some sort of malnutrition. I ran out of vitamins a couple weeks ago. I am tired and dizzy and sometimes my vision gets a little blurred. But school is great.
Is this what it takes to acquire an education in this country? Hunger? Really – wow. I am horrified and scandalized to my very core. My parents are not interested in helping. They never gave me a dime for school. I paid for my private liberal arts education by myself. I have a mountain of debt and a love of learning. Loving school is not very highly valued in this nation, I fear it is even lower in national values that being an artist is – at least if you are a performance artist you are fostering the nationwide acceptance of cultivating your personality and potentially becoming famous. This is what we value – the quest for pointless fame. If we should want to read, question the power structure, if we want to become a nation of well educated individuals I suppose then that we deserve to be hungry.
That is what I am learning in graduate school.
So how bout it – wanna take me to the supermarket and the laundry mat?