life in a tin house
growing up never having money makes money seem like the dreaded hot potato.i don't want it in my hands, i hate the touch of it, i don't want possession of it,and when i do have it, my initial response is to get rid of it. so to introduce myself to adulthood and reality in general- i am attempting to save and only spend from my bi weekly income (ignoring what's already in the bank). i am also saving in the bank and in my tin house box. i am hoping the funds that stuff my tin house will buy me a nice-ish digital camera. you know, just something to fuck around at the bars with. though i could easily blow some of my scholarship on this, i am gonna re-teach myself the value of the dollar. i have about thirteen dollars of paper money in my tin house. this could be a while...