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to save money on gas, i stay in town in between class and work. i buy food and books and poke around in shops until it's time for my shift. i buy when i'm bored. i buy when i'm hungry. i buy for emptiness, for self-gratification, for guilt, for sadness, for completion. my debit card has the visa sign on it, so i can go anywhere and spend. i tell myself that this week i'll make my lunch/eat brekkast at home/do my homework but i always end up buying things. maybe it's because i haven't even been working for a year, maybe because i feel more independent, but it's draining my savings. i need to pay for books/tuition next term and i want to go to europe in a year and a half. in order to have a decent amount of funds, i need to save at least $50 a week, preferably $75 or $100 if possible, even if i get financial aid and stay with my norweigian/danish relatives for a while. since starting my zine idea, i've been buying markers, pens, copies. the other day i went into office depot and spent umpteeump on office supplies. next week i want to go back and buy a fancy stapler. a stapler! for my zine that i haven't worked on in days because i've been shopping all the time. it might sound silly, but my spending habits are threatening my dreams. the buzz i get from handing over my card is real, but needs to come to an end. |
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i've received credit card applications in the mail "for only $49, we'll set you up with a $500 limit credit card!" no way, i'm not that stupid. what i want to do is to stop spending 99% of my weekly paycheck and save more. i want to set up a saving plan because there is so much to save for: a new flute, a trip to europe (there is no way that i'd let my parents pay), and i want to move out sometime in the forseeable future. i'm thinking that i'll take some time to set some goals, and create a savings plan so i can reach it. but it's hard. it's so hard because i don't want to go home and i have hours to stay in town. i try to spend lots of time at the library but after a while you want to get out and scream because the place is so quiet. so i go to the stores. i know i have the strength in me somewhere, because i tell myself that i'll get larger purchases later, ie jeans "i'll put this back and find it again in two days". my excuse for not buying shoes is that we don't have a size that fits and feels comfortable. but it doesn't work that way for cosmetics, books, birthday presents. i started my sister's b-day present almost a month ago. i bought a book she'd been wanting. then a bookmark. lip gloss. then a cardboard trunk to put it in. a picture frame for a picture i have of her cat. the list goes on. fuck, i overindulge. |
So I decided to buy a piggy bank. the kind that you can't get your money out of unless you actually break the pig. That will be a much more effective methiod of keeping the money away from me than just leaving it in the bank. ATM's are too easy to use. Smashing a pig is forever. should I take 50 out of every paycheque or 100? |
since when do meals out cost $50 each? I've got to drop all my rich friends. it seems like they divide their free time equally between fancy restaurants and yoga class. friday night it was dinner at a mexican restaurant that brings you candied nuts for free but charges you $7 for chips and salsa. saturday night it was dinner at an italian place where a side salad (with hazelnut-encrusted goat cheese) ran $9.95 and the cheapest bottle of wine was $35. the crappy, stringy, gristly t-bone (the only one left; one of us had to change orders) was $20. and at the end of that totally disappointing meal, the guy in charge (who donated a $150 gift certificate) decided we'd each pay $45 (which made a 21% tip). $45 for a crappy, heavily subsidized meal? my friends (and I) are such fucking gluttons. with all the nice bread and olive oil we ate, why did we need to get $10 salads AND raw beef ("carpaccio"?) AND scallops AND mussels as appetizers? why did we have to have THREE waiters? we did they order san pellegrino when seattle gets its tap water from mountain springs? $7 for shot glasses of grappa? they'd run out of their good desserts but everyone else just ordered whatever was left. fuck this splitting the bill equally thing. I always get screwed then feel sick. fuck, man, I'd have rather gone out for pizza and beer. |
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My wife cann't. And, I haven't wanted to since the health police took over. And pretty much banned smoking in resturants. I hate the PC. |
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i hate it when that happens |
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they wanted steak and i tried to convince them to let me drive them into our hood (from Burbank) to get some kick ass carne asada at one of the mexican joints, but to no avail. So we went, it was OK, as I recall...but my expectations in places like that are never high anyway. |
Everything is either prepackaged or pre-prepared, and nothing is to go to waste. There are people who feel intimidated bat the thought of complaining, or think because it's cheap and plentiful that its too much to expect it to be good too. Gimme a break here. In spite of the fact that we pay, we are their GUESTS. When they open their doors, they have invited us in, and we have options there as we do in any service business. Use em. Let em know you're mad as hell, and you're not gonna eat there anymore |
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Man meat is better. |
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I'm never satisfied weather I stopped at a resturant for take out or I'm at the supermarket, or any other place of business. I'm made to feel it's an imposition on their part or they are doing me some great favor just taking my money. |
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm man meat |
Probably the hardest thing to do is grit your teeth and not respond in kind to some surly salesperson or stock clerk, but boy, is it ever good for the ego to think you've taken the high road, when you'd much rather punch their lights out with a stale hard roll. |
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how bout you get in the kitchen and and and and KNIT ME A SWEATER!!!!!!!!! luv waffles |
love ya |
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if i leave my work early, for whatever reason, be it to meet my pot dealer, take the wife out, go to the dentist or pick up my car at the shop before the shop closes before the weekend...i'd like to think one of my clients wouldn't shit on my desk in protest. |
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