You're not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
— Tyler Durden in Fight Club
Just like Turbo Tax told me, I received my tax refund via direct deposit yesterday.
It was a big day for my trip savings, one of many over the next few months.
I feel a little more secure with each month that passes.
Secure that I have the funds and will to travel abroad long term, even if something unexpected were to happen at work.
June will be my five year anniversary with the company. Quite amazing that it's been so long. They've had the best of me in my late 20's.
After a few small updates to the website, I finally got myself to the Pentagon City Mall to buy a new belt.
I'm about six months late, and five pounds lighter, and was getting tired of putting the purchase off while my pants fell off my ass at work.
I got a nice Banana Republic black belt, without the holes. This way I can afford to lose or gain a few pounds without having to reinvest in new belts!
The second cash register wasn't working I guess, because while it wasn't busy, I had to wait about 5-7 minutes in line.
Afterward, I went to Harris Teeter next door for some groceries. There were lines there too, so I was impatient and went to the self-checkout aisle and did it myself.
The first machine wasn't working right, so I went to a second. Then there were cars taking their time to exit the garage. It was all enough to annoy me.
My parents got back from a trip to Florida last weekend and brought me a bottle of key lime juice, and a small recipe book for lime-related desserts and drinks, so I figured I'd try my hand at key lime pie tonight.
Last night, I had a few screwdrivers with the Russian vodka my parents brought back a few years ago and watched Jackass 2.
I have to admit, I laughed out loud more for the second movie than the first.
A lot more. I just paid to upgrade to the Flickr Pro account with unlimited storage. $25 a year seems like a great deal.
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you.
Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life.
Don't you have other things to do?
Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments?
Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it?
Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want?
Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation.
Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive.
If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned. — Tyler