Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Ch-ch-changes

I had a brilliant weekend with generous and amazing people at the beautiful beach. I needed it. I almost didn't go on said brilliant weekend because I am so shitass poor and worried that it was that dreaded of all crimes--IRRESPONSIBLE--but I did and I was heart-glad and chillaxed until this morning when I realized that I inadvertently spent my last $20 at said weekend (IRRESPONSIBLE) and had a wee bit less in my savings than I thought I did (meaning not over $5 and also IRRESPONSIBLE) and a smidge less gas in my car than I thought I had (meaning the light in on which is also IRRESPONSIBLE) and that I also only have at home the kind of food I may not starve on but don't especially want to eat (bag of cheese popcorn circa April? a jar of pesto? teabags? IRRESPONSIBLE)

So being an industrious and eternally hopeful kind of girl, I have spent past hour plus combing my house for spare change (or elusive forgotten twenties.....or ones.) And have yet to make myself $5. Which is nuts because I am working hard, and in this heat too, and obviously my business sense is as cockeyed as my financial sense and aforementioned optimisim since I just realized I am not even paying myself minimum wage. When I run for Supreme Court you just know this incident will be the one that bites me in the ass (IRRESPONSIBLE.)

Back in the day I could buy entire meals for me and a beloved or bestie based on the change I found in cushions and under car seats and rummaging through winter coat pockets. You and me and $5 = joy. But while reality continues to bite, circa 2010 inflation is happening at an alarming rate in my domicile, and I am one defeated and unhappy little match girl now. I will never even be abl eto afford application fees for law school now so there goes the whole SC nod anyway, which I guess is a bright side, and I am sporting a sweet-arse child-sized hemp beach bracelet that was a bargain/reward for my winnings at 84,000 skee ball games.....

And of course upside, after I send myself to bed without supper (crime: IRRESPONSIBLE) when I awake the countdown will be only 8 days 'til payday! I love being a jet-setting starving artist who likes to pretend she eats. I should have gone the partner route instead. I kind of suck.

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