On Sunday afternoon, Motivation usurped my existence and forced me from the bed to the couch to the shower to the front of my 145th street apartment building. I slid my aviators over my eyes as she jolted me toward the train station — nearly causing my shades to fly off my face. She wasn’t playin’ around. Motivation knew how easily I could be tempted back to Indolence. She knew how that broad would convince me that she was well worth returning to after another busy week. Ah yes, that sweet sweet Indolence. Our time together has been limited lately; but when she’s there, the rest of the world fades to black. She’s such a guilty pleasure. **Looks off into the distance before realizing this tangent is about to become a menage à metaphor.**
It’d been a while since I went grocery shopping. I went on an unintentional hiatus from cooking for about a month…unless you count puttin’ a frozen pizza in the oven or a can of soup on the stove that barely makes a dent in my hunger. Oh yeah? Still not impressed? How about the fact I bought lunch every weekday for over a month? You ever spent $40 in 2 days? Ahhh put that in a sarcophagus!
Contrary to my tone, I’m not really proud of what’s happened over the last month. You’ve seen me talk about the clusterf*ck that’s my life and the blinking red light in my brain. The mail and random papers started piling up again. I took a look in my fridge a few days ago and it had more ancient artifacts than edible delights. Had I any surprise visitors, it would’ve been an embarrassing experience. They’d have been standing outside my door listening to me scurry around as I tossed everything in the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain
from the window to the wall. I’d have prayed to the excrement gods that my visitor not feel inclined to worship in my porcelain sanctuary. It’d have been a really crappy situation. I can’t even tell you why I’m thinking about this in so much detail right now. How did R. Kelly get away with peeing on that girl?
Anyway, I hopped on the train and headed down to Privilege Village where Trader Joe’s is located. I bought about $65 worth of groceries in anticipation of taking the 1-week spending freeze challenge. Yep, this week I’m trying to make it all the way through without spending any money on surplus foods and snacks. I won’t tell you if I’m succeedin’ or failin’ at this point because I wanna make this a post for Monday. The week ain’t even over and I’ve already learned a bunch of stuff. I can only imagine what’ll happen over the next few days.
I may have survived the earthquake, but do you think I’ll survive the money freeze? Have you tried a spending freeze before? If so, how did it work out for you? If not, you scared?
Some days I just need to write despite how scattered my brain be,