Holy hell, I haven’t had anything to bitch about for the past two weeks. Really nothing, save for boredom, but really there’s nothing to complain about enjoying 60 hours of Peter Gallagher (well almost 60 because I couldn’t watch American Beauty after seeing Kevin Spacey in the Usual Suspects. Creeped. The fuck. Out.) Oh well I could bitch about being sick, but no one wants to hear about me puking so that leaves the fact that I was being so responsible with my money only to find out that it’s all been in vain. The money I’ve saved for Paris will have to go towards getting my car registered in DC and paying a parking ticket that has since doubled because Hey! I forgot to pay it in the first place. The money will also go towards the credit card debt I accumulated last year (Nordstrom is evil). Which means that until I get a raise, there will be no gym membership; so gone are my grandiose dreams of being (almost) hot by the beginning of summer. Sad, so sad. And I think I might have to wave goodbye to shopping on the Champs Elysses. Of course while I’m bitching about how unfortunate it is that I will not be able to go to Paris or run like a fucking hamster on a wheel at the gym, I could be thinking about more important things like being umm homeless or being trapped in a mine or I could think about certain people who shall remain nameless who will have no money for several weeks. And here I sit bitching about how I really don’t want to dip into my savings account and how will I ever be able to make twice weekly trips to whole foods. My god, how will I survive?
So, I should mention that I wrote this post yesterday (Thursday) and since then I’ve been able to think of ways to come up with $66 per month for my gym membership, because really I want one more than anything. Like perhaps shopping at Trader Joe’s instead of Whole Foods and trying not to look directly at the starbucks when I pass it. I swear looking at that place draws you in, it’s hypnotizing.
Anyway and on a totally unrelated to money subject, which one of you lovely wonderful and kind readers of mine would like to design me a new template? I’ve decided to not move to typepad, but I’m getting sick of the dots. So if one of you really fantastic and truly great and witty and brilliant people who knows what the hell HTML means would like to make my blog even lovelier, holla! email@example.com
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