So Money Makes The World Go Round Right

There can be no truer statement. I know this, because with a lack of money, your world has a habit of not turning at all. Or turning, but not in a direction you might like.

Not that many years ago, money was just this thing of mine that was in the bank. I didnt much care for it, there it just was. Didnt matter what I did, it was just there. Faithfully every week, there it was. Like an old dog that knows its place is right at your feet, where its always been. Where its always going to be. But one day I woke up, went to the bank and it wasnt there anymore. A sad sad day at the time. You know a sadder day than that? Yeah, every day after that one when you go to the bank and your friend money is not there. Yes, money and I used to be friends. We spent so much time together. We went out together. We made plans together. Hell, we did spontaneous things together, at the drop of a hat we would take not only ourselves, but our kids and our husband, as well as our husbands parents off on four day weekends to Fraser Island where we would think nothing of dropping five grand on accommodation, barge fee's, dinners out and the odd bottle of wine for no other reason than the pure enjoyment of having done so. And.....get this part, after the weekend? There'd my money be in the bank.....

Im not a great fan of money at the best of times. Ive never bowed down to it, Ive never set up a shiny altar to idolise it in, and Ive never really given much of a shit about it really. NOt a good friend to money am I? No wonder its no longer friends with me. But lately, lately IVe come to realise that I miss money. And the good times we used to have together. I miss the plans we used to make together. Cos money, bless its lil heart, was up for anything. You wanna blow some dollars on a drum kit for number one son money? Hell yes, lets do it. You wanna pay some bills this week money? You bet, money would say. You wanna buy 2 acres in a lil country town money? What are we waiting for money would say. What say we get a new dress money? Thats exactly what we should do money would say, hell lets get two, you deserve it! How bout a new car money? How would that be?? Why that would be right up my alley, money would say.

Ive just been on the phone with bbh2, who's lil heart we are not blessing at the moment. See, money and I bought him a 25 thousand dollar Landcruiser ute bout 6 years ago, because, see, Landcruiser is indestructible, last for fucking ever, always keeps going, workhorses they are........and today he tells me he has to get a new ute cos his is like a deadhorse these days. That was right after I said to him that he should remember a time way back when he needed my money to be his friend and now I would like his money to be my friend. Because I dont have any money friend at present.

Im always amazed at husbands, and ex husbands and their inability to see anything past the end of their fucking hands out. When money wasnt his friend, he was all for being friends with my money. But now, when I want to be friends with his money, he says......get this.......whats in it for me? Whats in it for you? WHATS IN IT FOR YOU?? How bout a lil good karma because when you wanted a fucking offshore fishing boat for thirty grand whos money where you friends with??? When you wanted not one, but two fucking harley's, whos money where you friends with? And, sunshine, while youve gotten me started....what the fuck was in it for me? Not a damn thing. I dont have a bike licence, I dont have a boat licence, wasnt gonna do me any good, cept cost me more fucking money cos everyone knows that boats and bikes are nothing more than money pits, and beings as how IM the only one who has a friend called money who's gonna be throwing money in the pit? Yeah, me. Never mind the fact you fucked off and left me penniliess to rot in hell while you used my money friend to get you where you wanted to be, never mind that you have been makin a hundred grand a year and not parting with any of it and leaving me to work out 101 things to feed a family with rice as the main ingredient. Whats in it for you? Who the fuck cares whats in it for you these days. But I'll tell you whats not in it for you. Whats not in it for you, is what you want. Which is me, and more precisely, whats between my legs. Cos if you actually wanted me, you wouldnt hve fucked off and left me in the first place, or you might have fucked off and left me int he first place, but you wouldnt have left me to rot while you did it, or you may have fucked off and left me in the first place and you may have left me to rot, but you would have woken up to yourself and sent some fucking friends round to take care of me, some fucking money friends you fucking wanker.

My husband, not bless his fucking lil heart, thinks Im a whore. He treats me like a whore, he speaks to me like a whore, and he fucking tries to buy me like a whore. Thats the thing with my husband, if you aint sucking his cock, he aint throwing any money at you, regardless of the fact you are single handedly raising his daughter on loose fucking change. Basically, long as Im prepared to fuck him at his discretion, he'll give me money. Long as Im prepared to suck his cock, he'll take me out to dinner. And if I swallow at the end, I'll get a fucking bonus new dress.

So heres the thing.....................if money makes the world go round, I better get used to standing in the one spot. And thats not that hard to do, ive been doing it for years now. Cept, lately.........lately I wouldnt mind moving on.

THOUGHT FOR TODAY? I bought a new dress already bbh2, and I didnt have to swallow to get it.