borderline, like I said

My fiance drives the safest mid-sized truck on the market: the crew-cab Toyota Tacoma.

And he's really hot, which helps.

I'm having such a manic day today. My brain is resonating in my skull with non-stop pings of incomplete thoughts.

AOL overcharged me this month. I'm broke and haven't worked enough to get paid. I'm worried I've not gotten that one job. Tomorrow? Plasma again?

Need fuel in the car and no cash no cash no cash. Don't tell Mike. I'm going to make it. Just fine.

Today's so manic. Why do I swing so much?