Money is Rad

I hate spending money. I hate saying good-bye to money.

I like getting new things.

It's a high - ripping open a package or a plastic bag. Visceral. My claws rip apart the plastic. That cellophane seductively whispering to me: "I'm yours...I'm all yours."

And it's not until that high is over in 30 minutes that I realize it's the other way around.

I'm tired of spending my hard earned money. But I still want stuff.

This blog will perform as my journal of spending. For little or no money. And how I did it.