Captain’s Log: 2042.492043.0.1
I am extremely anal about my money. It’s bordering on obsessive compulsive, which is probably a good thing considering I used to be terrible with money.
Basically, I don’t use cash. I hate cash. It’s implausible for me to track my spending with cash… Impossible, really. I spent nearly $1k in Europe and I blame it on the freaking Europeans’ tendency to use cash. So I use credit for everything. Everything. Ev-er-e-thang.
Here’s how anal I am about my cash balances…
I have 2 checking accounts and a savings account. For all intents and purposes, my savings account doesn’t exist. It’s this magical place that grows over time and I am not allowed to visit it unless I have a damn good reason. I never have a damn good reason though, unless there’s a major life event (moving, car, crack-addiction, etc).
As for my checking, my 2 accounts are used for 1) spare emergency cash should I find myself needing it and 2) bill paying. Whenever I get a paycheck, I calculate to the penny how much each account should be divvied. When all is said and done, I have $100 emergency cash available in one account and $25 in excess of how much my bills will run me in the other. The rest of my paycheck is divvied to my savings and credit cards.
So at any given time, I have a spare cash reserve of exactly $125 in my checking accounts. The balance may be higher, as bills may be unpaid at that time, but I know for certain that only $125 is available to me. Period. And, I don’t spend this money. Just like my savings, I act like this money doesn’t exist.
Last week I drunkenly wrote a check for $125 to pay for a beach trip in May. I knew it was coming, but this morning I remembered that I actually wrote it. So I shifted money. But, mind you, I only keep $125 spare in my account.
For the first time ever, I expect both of my accounts to drop to EXACTLY a $0 balance. I want to screen shot it, because it’s like a bigfoot, or a second season of Firefly, and will probably never happen again.
I kind of want to visit Bank of America at that time and ask them what my balances are. I feel it would make a teller more uncomfortable than it would make me… Because, the best part of this is that although my accounts will be $0, I am not afraid in the tiniest bit that I might overdraft.
Because I’m anal.
Like, extremely so.
Captain’s Log: 2035.392543.0.1
My head is on the verge of exploding, because I’ve never been as busy as now in my entire life. There’s a lot happening all at once, and it oddly all seems to be extremely positive. I’d rather not count any chickens before they hatch, but I’m looking forward to what the rest of this year holds.
Captain’s Log, 437.8856.1
I’m usually quite terrible at bringing things to a close and moving on amicably. I prefer to silently disappear and cut myself loose.
This status will probably be read into, but there’s no need for that. It’s not about what one might think it’s about.
Captain’s Log: A Year in Review
This has been a different year for me, a great year. 2011 has been a year for a lot of firsts, a lot of big changes, and a lot of positive things.
It’s Tuesday
I have a terribly transparent polite smile. It’s equivalent to a klepto who starts sweating the second he puts a candy bar in his pocket. I use it every time I pass someone that I vaguely know, but don’t know well enough to muster up a “hello” to.
I really need to work on this.
Captain’s Log, 03.80064-02
I posted an animated GIF from Workaholics the other day as somewhat of a social experiment. The experiment worked out better than I had expected and the results of the experiment are now in:
You people on Tumblr fucking love animated GIFs.
Captain’s Log, 03.80064-01
Every few weeks, I have an internal battle over my sharing of personal life details in an online public forum, like Tumblr. In the end, my privacy concerns win the battle and I end up saying 1/3rd of what I originally intended to share, if anything at all.
However, today, I want to note that I just had one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time. And to divulge a little more, I’ll say that an adorable lady is going to smile when she wakes up and sees this.
The one about anonymity and Tumblr
You’re standing there naked, nervous and thinking to yourself, “Why did I do this?” You can feel a bead of sweat building up on your brow and you wonder if they notice your awkwardness. All you want to do is cover back up as the overwhelming sense of retreat starts to become unbearable. You’re not about to lose your virginity, but you can think back to that day and relate to the feeling. Instead, you’ve just given out your online identity.
No matter how public my online profiles are, there’s still a feeling of nervousness every time I give out my username to real humans. Although any prying Google user can easily make the connection, there’s still a level of disconnect in place to create added comfort. Google my real name and see how many of my Tumblr social media posts you find on the first page of results. Or any page, for that matter.
Sometimes, there’s just a level of depth to your life that you fear sharing with new faces.
Am I one of the few, or does anyone else make the same connection between your online profiles and being naked for the world to see?
