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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

moola math

so at the very beginning, i was determined to make a budget. and i did. i made a budget for myself in mid-june -- a reasonable and practical one that took into account almost all of my necessary (AND fun) expenses. it looked right; it smelled right; it probably tasted like a good budget...

but it's not working.

i think money's just a scam. it disappears -- whoosh, be gone! and suddenly, it really is gone. "goodbye," not "see you later" or "until next time." and as i inspect my credit card statements, i can't figure out HOW the numbers add up to so much. and i CAN do math. car stuff, hair clips, a pack of gum, a visit to the eye doctor = yipes. how does this happen? i used to understand addition; now it seems foreign and with an evil undercurrent.

my bank account hates me. on the upside, my credit card loves me. so it's at least balanced? my only saving grace is the fact that i diligently put moola in my savings account, not to be touched. and i haven't touched it. woohoo!

by the way, i think coffee actually makes me sleepier.

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