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| THE BOTTOM LINE |  | Category: Personal
Thursday, March 11th, 2004 @ 11:29 am
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I sit here, making exponentially more than I did say, five years ago, looking the $7.95 I have left in my bank account. My paycheck will probably go through today, but then I turn around and pay rent and a few other assorted bills returning my account to pretty much square one.
I know the phrase "where does it all go" is cliched but I don't really live beyond my means, I don't own anything in the world except a motorcycle that's probably not worth the parts and labor for the work I just had done to it, a computer I put together myself using a lot of stuff from my old one, and a desk. I have my name on a lease entitling me the honor of paying someone to live in their house, and am responsible for the bill for my cell phone that is practically held together with bubblegum and shoestrings. I own nothing yet my money doesn't seem to notice that on its way out the fucking door.
I buy beer and cigarettes. Occasionally I go out. I haven't bought a new article of clothing for myself in probably 3 years. I don't get it.
One year, I made roughly Ten grand. Yeah, that's right, $10,000. That's one hundred one hundreds. Somehow, I was able to save THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS of that. How? What in the hell? How was I able to live for a year on seven thousand dollars and now couldn't probably live a year with under 25 grand without ending up in my parent's spare bedroom? I don't have any expensive tastes or a lavish lifestyle to keep up. I feel like a character in one of those movies about the guy who thinks his life is mediocre but then through some crazy turn of events finds out that his life has meaning and he actually is destined fro greatness -- except in my movie I just stay a renter, driving a beatup, used motorcycle, who plays a lot of video games because he knows he either has no money for any other form of entertainment or partaking in other form of entertainment will cause him to not have anymore money.
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