Formerly Fun has got me taking a mental inventory of my collective shit: all of my make up fits in a sandwich ziplock, and half of it I bought for costume parties. Eleven pairs of shoes (yes, counting all varieties of outdoor footwear, including but not limited to hiking boots, flip flops, golf shoes, heels, and ice skates). Three purses, two of which I made myself (they've even got a "Rassles" logo on them). Over two hundred CD's, but I haven't bought a CD in well over a year. New clothing: none since June, before that? Christmas. Food (enough--eat out less, I demand it).
Furniture? All second hand.
A couple hundred books, but that's nothing. Half of them cost less than a quarter because I return to the parents every year for the Best Book Sale Ever: all the books you can fit in a big brown paper bag for $6.
How am I so fucking broke right now?
1. Loki the Honda. Remember when I said I would have named The Dog "Loki" instead of "Rusty"? Well, when the parents said I couldn't change his name, I bought a car out of frustration (um, two years later) just so I could name it Loki. And every month since then, I can feel the venom of car loans dripping on my eyes when I write that check to Honda, and then I wait patiently while my checking account slowly refills until it begins to spill, and I gotta dump it out with another check and get spat in the eye again.
Now technically, I have one year left of payments. But I'm afraid that day will never come, because seriously? Me without debt? We're talking Ragnarok.
2. Well, let's think for a minute and just look straight down at my feet there...oh, I can barely see the toes. Fuck. Cut down on beer.
3. Four hundred movies.
I'm not bragging, because I'm not proud of it. In fact, I am downright ashamed, because it's far too small. What the hell kind of fanatic am I? It's goddamn diminutive compared to some collections I've seen, and I can't help but sit there, drenched in jealousy, whenever someone has a sweet copy of a movie with Clint Eastwood and an orangutan and then I need it, even though I have a burned copy already.
Seriously, how many doubles can one person have? VHS, DVD. Copies and pre-recorded.
I get it from my dad. He's the type of guy who's got every single different cut of Blade Runner - you know, the original domestic cut, the international cut, the Director's Cut, and the Final Cut.
At least it's a good and spicey collection, despite its mild size. But I'm still pathetic enough to have a card catalog and an excel spreadsheet detailing all of them, including the year it was made, the screenwriters, and directors. Because I am obsessed with good dialogue and the brains behind the plots.
It's a List, if you will. Yeah. Sometimes I make them.
I got another List too, of the movies that I want to own: there's several hundred of those, too. Jesus, I haven't even updated that since like, 2006. I better get on that shit.
4. Yeah. It's called the Year of the Vagabond: Vermont, Vegas, Vashington DC, and the Very Long Route 66.