When you face the red ink every month, your brain begins to evolve to think outside normal practices. Lunch becomes a hurdle, nay, an option. Dating becomes slightly obsolete as I don't leave my apartment too much because many fun things are costly. Movies are definately out, corporate bastards. Clothes are second hand and holes are ignored. Bikes have rust and cat is a psychopath. Carpet is dirty because I have a broom.
Bitching besides, my charming neighbor Mike recited - at no charge - the entire plot of Avatar for me. From opening scenes to the closing battle, I knew my shit. I don't really need names of aliens or pretend monsters/animal/dinosaurs. I need the jist. He took an unbelievable 25 minutes of explaining and reversing and inhaling and exhaling and hand motions and theories. He started to talk about the movie, paused, and confirmed that I will not be shelling out the green for the theater experience before continuing.
Also, if you regularly Bob with someone that makes more money than you, they usually discourage you from upping your cache until the weekend...although seeing my James Franco(Pineapple Express) as he delivers is something I cherish and look forward to. A bonus- he has multiple options! No Snickle Fritz offered!
The downside- you end up with less control. Example: my brother was to be on Channel 12 Morning Show last Saturday. I got up all early and 10 minutes into watching and waiting-my cable went out. Instinct tells you to call someone, actuality told me to take a ride or go to bed because I cannot call anyone to complain. I lost the History Channel a few months ago and have to face the static channels as a reminder that I am powerless to restore this quality programming. Sad Face.
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