“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” ~Ray Bradbury
I’m definitely not all there or here or wherever I am supposed to be I am as far away from it as possible. Let’s just say that the next three paragraphs are where I’ve been for the last week-ish after the vacation high had abated. Well after the martinis and the sushi and the food poisoning as well. So that is that. This year has started with a bang and the very cynical part of me is holding my breath for the next 357 days waiting to see if it ends with a whimper.
My aunts like to tell me that my mother used to be cool. Huge emphasis on the past tense. She smelled of leather and Doublemint gum and each time she came to visit her younger siblings she carried a new bag. When I was around eight years old, she introduced me to the source of her leather bags at a Coach outlet store in Vermont.
What are the roadblocks to successful money management?
Picture me high on a kite. Looking at The Balances. Things are even and I lean bag finally able to take a breath without feeling like I’m living paycheck to paycheck (I am not living paycheck to paycheck but…well…you’ll see) then BAM! A boulder comes flying out of nowhere and knocks the scales completely out of whack.
It’s not “Mo’ money, mo’ problems”, it’s just money and problems
Each time I relay each misstep I remember something else; something conveniently forgotten like another credit card maxed out because of a dire need for new shoes or underwear because God forbid I do laundry. An emergency shopping trip due to sloth.
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Money problems? Ha! What money problems?
Now, excuse me while I spit out the fingernails I’ve chewed off so I can swallow my anti-anxiety pill.
money and problems, I know but a girl needs shoes RIGHT? I think..
And it’s only gonna get better, duh, because we finally get to meet!!!
I got a huge tin of Doublemint, Juicy Fruit, and Spearmint gum for Christmas! No leather, though.
This is so weird. The worst food poisening I ever got was on New Years eve where I also ate sushi and had martinis! Omg, I wanted to die. I was in the hospital – this was 2001 and I still can’t eat sushi to this day. I loved sushi so much but omg, to throw up wasabi is just so wrong.
I have been known to toss the dishes due to sloth and then go out and buy new ones– in line with having to buy new undies because I failed to do the laundry….alls well that ends well I say!