Angelic...

And you never know until you have to ask them.

My parents, are angels.

See, I made a mistake, a month and a half ago, that I'm still feeling the repercussions of. I decided to do massage, three days a week from a downtown location. Three weeks into my month of advertised massage, I had had three clients, for three days a week of shiftwork that I'd given up to have time for this stupid venture.

When you do the math, you see how that's lopsided.

This mistake meant that I had very small paycheques from my day job. Very small. Enough to survive off of, if you didn't need to eat food AND pay rent. Man I'd fucked up.

Since I have enough body fat to survive off of for weeks, I chose to go without the food, to ensure that I had a place to live. When desperation hit, and I'd run out of my last few plain pieces of pasta in the cupboard, I gathered up my courage, tossed my pride aside, and called my Mom and Dad.

Thanks, Mom and Dad. Your generosity brought tears to my eyes. Hell, it still does.