Fuckers

Really, I don't know what to do.
As I predicted yesterday, the day turned out to be unbelieveably beautiful, clear blue sky, the perfect temperature - not that boiling hot humid day that makes you feel like killing yourself.
However, as I was watching TV and just chilling on a Saturday out-of-money afternoon, out of the fucking blue, I was told to leave the house in a period of five minutes because mom had a visitor coming. I had actual five minutes to put something on and leave the fucking house with no fucking money in my pocket and no fucking place to go.
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I don't know what to say.
I wandered for awhile, not being able to do anything, and believe me, if I had cash I would've sat in the first bar I found and not come back until late. I was dying to get out of the house for sure, not to be thrown out. Well, if I tell you that I was totally out of cash I'll be lying. I had exactly R$ 1,05 in my pocket and I went to the shop on the corner and bought five single Marlboro cigarettes, 20 cents each. Now I have officially five cents until the 10th, which is the day that I'm supposed to get paid and unfortunately it's gonna be a Saturday, so I don't know if I'm actually getting the money on this day or I will have to wait until the next bank day to put my hands on it.
God only knows that what I needed right now was five or six bottles of beer and two packs of Marlboro. I can't think right, honestly.
I'm so pissed off at everything that I'm about to explode.
I'm angry at those bastards who made me spend all my money, at this fucking computer that has disappeared with my fucking sound for more than a month and I can't listen to ANYTHING IN HERE!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the result of six days and no booze. All over again.