Fact of life: the more money you make, the more you spend. I was cleaning up last weekend and found a manila envelope with random paperwork and old pay stubs in it. Between 1999 and 2004, I think I had 6 different jobs. The common thread: shit pay. But somehow, I always had money to do random recreational shit, which mostly consisted of outlet shopping and excessive alcohol consumption (sorry liver). Nowadays, even though I’m making almost triple what I made at my highest paying crappy job, I somehow haven’t made any real advancements in terms of liquid assets. I saw a picture online and that’s what prompted this entry. Whether it was a spur of the moment picture or what, I don’t know but the thought of having more bread in my pocket excites me a lot more than just having an apartment full of merchandise. I feel like I’m just hoarding shit now. And I hate that, because it’s so pointless. In my heart, I know I can live with less, a lot less. I just haven’t figured out how to, yet. I wish there was an eBay brick and mortar store so I could just drop some shit off and come back 2 weeks later to pick up my profits.