Arrgg

I haven't posted much recently in part because I've just been pissed off a lot and also because nothing new is happening.

Angry. Bored. Angry. Bored.

See, it doesn't make for good reading.

No money, no cool activities. No cool activities, no cool blog posts.

As Suze Orman might say, I don't have a healthy relationship with my money. I still don't like money. My dislike for money is a lot like my former dislike for football. It's like a bunch of guys running into each other, then there's a lot of waiting. What is the point?

When I was in college, one of the guys down the hall had a poster over his bed that was just a big picture of stacks of money with the caption "my first million." Other similar guys had posters of cars, chicks in bikinis, or places they wanted to visit...desirables that they would presumably acquire with money, but a few just had a poster of money. They just liked money. They liked money the way I like yarn. To look at. To count. To have and to hold.

When I hold money, it is only exciting because of what I could buy with it. And that excitement is usually overtaken by the fear that I will probably do the wrong thing with it.