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Four Tampons and $2
Fuck the recession or as our civic leaders like to call it:
“these economically challenging times.”
Yeah. Whatever.
I have hit a new recession low that has caused me to almost cry. The only thing that saved me from tears was RM2’s band and Lucy and her stolen tampons. I put our last $14 in the gas tank and since we had groceries and toilet paper I thought we would be fine until Renegade Dad got a check. THOUGHT being the operative word. What I didn’t count on was bleeding like a stuck pig and finding out that I only had 4 tampons. The check was not coming until Monday and this was on Friday. Four tampons was not going to cut it. I managed to find $2 in change in my house and that left me with an even more fucked up situation: Dollar Tree pads. Nice. I regret ever complaining about buying tampons and I know the tampon karma fairy is laughing at me.Being the bitch in denial that I like to be I took my four tampons and ignored my dilemma and went to RM’2 band practice at Lucy’s house and I am so glad I did. It seems that no matter how bad shit gets my friends always manage to help me come up with a solution and either find humor in it or at least feed me chocolate. Friday night was all of the above. Since every single one of us has had the recession fuck us without leaving any cab fare, I knew I could share my plight and no one would say “What a fucking loser you are that you can’t even buy tampons.” I also knew that they would see the humor in my pain. Lucy however, being the Renegade Girl Scout she is had a solution: stolen tampons.
Lucy won’t mind me telling you (and even if she does she will just comment and tell me I am a bitch for tellin’ her business) that she is a lucky bitch who doesn’t bleed to death anymore. No, she is not in menopause. She just paid her dues last year and had a nasty confrontation with some fucked up fibroids. She won the fibroid war and now she is blessed with white sheets and pretty panties every day for the rest of her life. Yes, I am jealous. During her war with the fibroids she and I worked at the job from hell and we made sure we got even with them every chance we got. I have an abundance of office supplies and she has tampons. Yep, she stocked up on tampons from the broken tampon machine. I love her.
These are the greatest tampons ever. First of all, they are stolen and they are stolen from our lame ex-place of employment. Even better! The other great thing about them is they have these cardboard tubes for covers that say TAMPAX in big letters and you pull the whole tampon with applicator out and it leaves behind these great tubes from which we can make tampon art (Free Fun Friday!) It really doesn’t get much better than this. So there you have it! The recession is a fucking bitch, I put my $2 along with another $1 in change into my gas tank today and I officially am broke. The fun part was taking $3 in change to some dude who looked like ‘Mater the Tow Truck at the gas station and said “$3 on pump #1 please and yes I know that is exactly ONE gallon” and it got me home to Renegade Dad who has his check in hand. The first thing we are buying is tampons, not gas.
Priorities bitches. Priorities.
~RM1
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