Saving for a sunny day
Saving for a sunny day
I've been budgeting my money somewhat carefully lately, and I discovered that I have a fairly sizable surplus that I must dispose of immediately. It's not blood money or anything--not all of it--it's just extra. I view such excess as others view excess of fat. Most people have their self-defined ideal weight. I have my ideal financial level, which is hovering right around the poverty level.
[Dad: before you read this and send me an email detailing the importance of financial responsibility, know that I am very much speaking in hyperbole. I'm very well-off for a pauper.]
In the spirit of shedding the excess, I've gotten 1) some movies (The 400 Blows, a replacement for a movie that's been lost to me and Le Million, the outstanding René Clair musical) 2) tickets to the upcoming Death Cab for Cutie/Spoon/Mates of State show at the Greek in August and 3) four t-shirts from Oddica: Snailbot and Evil Knievelvich for me and Ping Pong PWNT and Bluebird Migraine for Jessie (even though she's creeped out by Bluebird Migraine).
I feel much better now. Not too rich, not quite starving. (Again, just joking, Dad.)
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