A night with Tom Petty makes me sweaty.
It's Friday night.  I'm home because I spent a shitload of money the past few weeks and don't have any spending cash until payday.  
I never thought I'd say this, but I like budgeting.  I fucked myself over with my debt in my twenties, but fortunately I took control of the situation before it got really bad.  All things remaining equal (salary, interest rates, payments), I will be out of debt in three years.  It's not ideal, but at least there's an end in sight.  It could have been a lot worse.
To clarify, I am nowhere near as frugal as a person in debt should be.  My monthly "budget" calculation is Gross - Bills - Needs (groceries, prescriptions, house/personal items, and laundry) = FUN MONEY!  My fun money spending is then categorized in one of three ways:
Socializing - money spent in the company of others: movies, bars, dinner, bars, sporting events, plays, bars
Shopping - money spent on something I now own (besides the necessities) or lottery tickets. Yes, Ruth Clare has me playing the fucking lottery now.
Other - money spent on anything else which is usually food and coffee during work hours.  I don't eat out everyday, but it sure adds up in Midtown.
I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but since April 15th (my budget always starts with that paycheck) I have spent $968.21 on fun.  The previous week I spent $775.05 going to and hanging out in California.  Holy moly.
So really, if you ever hear me complain I'm broke, please tell me to go fuck myself.  I am not broke by any means, I just have disposable income that I'm really fucking good at disposing.
Case in point, I bought a six-pack tonight even though I told myself I couldn't spend any cash.  I'm drinking Magic Hat Vinyl Spring Seasonal.  It's okay.  It probably tastes better on tap.  Do they always write things on the bottle caps?  I rarely buy beer to drink at home, so I never noticed.  The title of this post was on the cap of my first beer.  The second:  "Buy your gal growlers with her flowers."
I like budgets and rhymes. And spending money.
 


1 comment:
Ugh. I'm terrible at not spending. BETTER now...but terrible.
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