girl says;

my eyes hurt

I appear to have lost my scissors.

This worries me. I have bad luck with scissors.

My brother doesn't understand the concept of "No, we cannot buy new DSL because we.are.broke."

He's like "It's just nine more dollars."

"We.don't.have.nine.dollars."

I don't know how we're going to tell him the DSL we have is probably getting turned off.

On the yay!yay!yay! plus side though, mom bought "work clothes". Her biggest complaint is that she doesn't have clothes to go to work in, and that's why she won't get a job. So now she has clothes.

As you can imagine, I'm going to be all over her ass until she goes to an interview. Because I know she could get any of the jobs she's looking at, it's just a matter of her going about trying. My mother getting a job is like, the best thing that could happen to us.

Yearly income goes from almost 16,000 to $27,000-ish, at least.

Allow me to use the word "Dude".

Because dude that's a major difference. Or, in other words, we'd be going from $1330 a month to about 1,000 every two weeks. *dance*

Meanwhile, it's still impossible for me to find a job. I'm the one that needs one. When I turn eighteen the government doesn't pay mom for me anymore. *bangs her head on the wall*

Someone please find me a job, in the Grand Prairie area, that I can work at, being sixteen?

I'll give you cookies. ;__;