Starting Out The New Year Broke

Sometimes I feel like the universe is ganging up on me. Ok, well I try not to think like that because it shifts power to the problem, and not the person responsible for fixing the problems, but lately I've been uttering the phrase, "What the fuck!?" in response to the financial bullshit I've been encountering. Let's take a quick look at the past 60 days

Nov. 6 2009: Because I don't believe in following a law that's not enforced, I don't pay parking tickets. They sure showed me. I returned to my vehicle after a few drinks to find a boot on my car that needed to be removed to the tune of 823 dollars.

December 3, 2009: Roommates and I decided that we have irreconcilable differences. I suddenly move. On paper the move should save me 200 dollars a month, but that's after I cough up a security deposit and the rent to the old place for the last month. What looks like 200 in savings actually turns out to be a sudden loss of nearly 700 bucks.

January 7, 2010: Fucking old man winter had a hissy fit and dumped snow and ice on the road. I generally have bad judgment and decided I'd have a drink of 6 anyway and drive. I'm not sure if it contributed to the crash into the median, but Mr. Kamikaze certainly didn't help. Fortunately no one is harmed, and no law men are around, but the first estimate puts me at 1600.

Ah well, it could be worse. I could be homeless.