10-14-2005, 05:58 AM
I pick up every penny I see on the street and hoard them. I collect all my spare change. The last time I hauled change to the bank to be counted the change counted out to a couple of hundred dollars.
I do my best to never buy anything at full price.
When out and about, I carry my own water flask rather than have to buy bottled water. I have been known to dehydrate rather than drop 50 cents for a soda from a machine. I loathe disposable pens for their expense! I would rather buy a pen and fill it with ink my self, home made ink at that, made from lampblack. Home made ink is almost free... Burn a big glass bowl with an oil burning lamp. Crude oil, the kind that makes the most soot. And then place the right kind of oil in the bowl to mix with the lampblack. And a few drops of this and that. I can whip up a litre or so of ink in no time. Screw Bic and their damned expensive wallet draining disposable pens. Bother. Bah humbug even.
My wallet is infested with cobwebs.
While I do buy some expensive things... Very expensive things on occasion, I absolutely HATE spending money. Any money actually leaving my hand is a physical pain... A horrible gut churning pain. My palms sweat, my left eyelid quivers, the corner of my mouth twitches, and the back of my calves convulse and cramp, probably from some kind of adrenaline response or something. Cashiers despise me... Because they are forced to pull the bills from my tightly clinched fingers, and they curse at me and tell me to let go.
If more money comes out of your bank than goes in, then your life has all kinds of trouble. I hate spending money.
I do my best to never buy anything at full price.
When out and about, I carry my own water flask rather than have to buy bottled water. I have been known to dehydrate rather than drop 50 cents for a soda from a machine. I loathe disposable pens for their expense! I would rather buy a pen and fill it with ink my self, home made ink at that, made from lampblack. Home made ink is almost free... Burn a big glass bowl with an oil burning lamp. Crude oil, the kind that makes the most soot. And then place the right kind of oil in the bowl to mix with the lampblack. And a few drops of this and that. I can whip up a litre or so of ink in no time. Screw Bic and their damned expensive wallet draining disposable pens. Bother. Bah humbug even.
My wallet is infested with cobwebs.
While I do buy some expensive things... Very expensive things on occasion, I absolutely HATE spending money. Any money actually leaving my hand is a physical pain... A horrible gut churning pain. My palms sweat, my left eyelid quivers, the corner of my mouth twitches, and the back of my calves convulse and cramp, probably from some kind of adrenaline response or something. Cashiers despise me... Because they are forced to pull the bills from my tightly clinched fingers, and they curse at me and tell me to let go.
If more money comes out of your bank than goes in, then your life has all kinds of trouble. I hate spending money.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."