January 15th: Control thyself

When you are born with the self control of a lonely goat herd, financing becomes a long forgotten fancy, a fantasy you'd heard about in books and whispers but nothing so tangible to actually be held or understood. 

Brain: ok Liv, we're gonna be frugal. 

Me: yeah, see, I get that, but doughnuts. 

Brain: oh. Yeah. Fair. 

I'm a 1% with the bank account of the other 99. I'm Donald Trump without the personality, beliefs or bank account. I'm greedy, moronic, and abhorrently whimsical when it comes to the purchasing of pizza and cup-a-soups. I don't know why cup-a-soups. The other day I spent $80AUD on books about Denmark. I can't afford $80AUD on books about Denmark. Why Denmark? There's no reason. My friends are equally entertained and dismayed by the lack of purpose behind my actions - but Denmark just seems like the place to be. So naturally I spent $80AUD on books about Denmark. 

So silly. 

So I've decided to embrace my inadequacies in the department of the financier and surrender myself to a life of self induced poverty. Or I could start budgeting but that sounds uncomfortable so nah.