Woes of the broken

Dear unicorn picture (yes i could only find a unicorn bicycle picture, deal with it.),

As unicorns are magical creatures, i would assume writing to one should help me solve all my problems. I should go back to being "V; the girl who ran out....of money time after time after time."  because guess what? That's right folks "I'M BROKE AGAIN!" Why am i even surprised? To add on to the monetary woes: My phone bill this month amounted to a new highest record of a whooping $87.02 (3 times the amount i'm supposed to be using. good one val!) which i have yet to find means to pay. When i do not pay my phone bill, especially one so large, i have the niggling suspicion that i have a bomb in my chest (which is probably my heart and you're probably doomed when your heart turns against you like mine did/does). Since we're already playing the ever enjoyable game "life sucks" let's just dish out more misery on this cold plate. I think i bought a badly made cage that my hamster will hate and i just spent more dough buying baking materials to bake cupcakes that i have no time to bake which equates to the indefinite conclusion that i am a bad senior (how you ask? well my innocent cheese pie, it's a cruel world out there). "Oh for he's a jolly good fellow oh for he's a jolly good fellow" when life gives you especially sour lemons we break into random song and dance.

sadly no rainbows here,
V

P.s Emma just lent me a fifty, WE HAVE ALL BEEN SAVED. (cheers)