Dude, here I am making more money than I ever thought I’d make, and my bank account is broker than broke. I’ve been thinking about this:…hmmm…haaaww…I’ve said…why am I so bloody broke after I just got a fat check?
Then it occured to me: I am keeping myself in the lifestyle to which I’ve grown accustomed, and there is no way one person can ever make enough money–from scratch–to support that! I mean, I’m ridiculous. Who really needs 2 personal trainers? That’s more than half my pay-check right there. Not to mention that no matter how hard I try, I cannot live on $20 a day for food in this city. Food–sure–but what about drinks? And snacks? And desserts? And lunch time shopping trips? Hellooo! $20–I think not.
And toilet paper? I mean…shit man…I’m always fucking running out and having to use my kleenex box. What happens when I use up every kleenex box in the apartment? I’ll have to wait till my grandparents come back in August to get more boxes because that shit is the real expense in bathroom materials! Then when I run out of toilet papge I’ll be seriously screwed and have to resort to Domino’s napkins and the back of my hand. (Only for pee–and I wash it right away! Like you’ve never done that before!?!?!)
And I’m forgetting the regular stuff like toothpaste and razor blades. I feel like as soon as my credit card is cooling off from the last Duane Reade excursion, it’s time to swipe again.
Who can honestly live on a five-figure income in NYC?
Not me, that’s for sure. Imagine if I had to pay rent!!! Atrocious. I can barely cover a pedicure and an eye-brow threading, and tomorrow I want to get my hair done. Wow–I wonder if my parents will let me use their card. I’ve confiscated my own credit card because it keeps getting me in trouble.
Onto other news, I have a little crush on Bo, therefore I’ve deleted his number from my phone (as I’ve done once a week for the past 3 months), and decided to no longer respond to any contact he may try with me. I cannot fall for a gay man.
Not again.
The weather is getting a little cooler in Nuevo York. The rain helps, although I didn’t make a sale all freaking day. I’m #3 in the region though, so I guess that’s worth something. Tomorrow the numbers will change, so let me just have tonight to gloat.
I’m #3!!!!!!!!!!YIIIPPPEEEE!!!!
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u need to learn the art of livingly cheaply (it’s also a good way to keep men away)
1. stop shaving – everything
you’ll save on shaving products
2. stop getting your hair done
when you want a new look, just get a new haircut
3. well… your eyebrows you may need done for your job… so only spend money on your face
4. personal trainer? por que? u don’t even need one. the internet has a great resource of information, just use that as your personal trainer
5. no more alcohol – alcohol is too expensive
6. if you date a lot you can get free lunches, dinners, breakfasts … just don’t get close to any of these guys, they are nothing but meal tickets. After a couple free dinners – move on; make a timetable of free lunches.
LOL!!!
YAY!! for being #3!! More power!
I understand trying to save, I do … does this mean we can or cannot have drinks whenever I get back to NYC?