I've mentioned before HERE how shitty I am with money; yet another reason I need to get a wife is to have someone control whatever little money I make. And another instance is, say that you ask me to pick something up for you, let's say it's $20, and you say you'll reimburse me for the money when you come pick whatever it is up from me. I'm such an idiot that whenever you reimburse me, I gleefully think "wow! This is FOUND money!!!" and give myself permission to blow it on whatevs.
Xmastime: a riddle, wrapped into an enigma, with big fat fucking hog balls. Sigh.
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