Too. Damn. Busy.

Day 261

Yep, that's my car.  Yep, that's my gas tank and my car bitching at me for having minimal gas in the car.  Here's the thing, I know I shouldn't run it so low, but it's an art I tell ya.  I know exactly how far I can go before I start rolling on fumes.  Why?  Yes we're poor, but we're not THAT poor.  We can afford to put gas in the car, I just forget cuz I'm too damn busy.  Yea, yea, yea, I hear all of you calling me lazy and in the past I might have agreed with you, but not now.


I'm spoiled, I don't pump my own gas.  Someone else does it for me.  Yeah, I'm a princess...what's your effin point?!?