Greetings universe

Now I promised last time that this entry would be wonderfully trivial and barely introspective at all and I intend to live up to that promise. Many circumstances are with me in this endeavour this afternoon: for one thing I have only about 10 minutes before I need to go and I'm also feelin' good. This may or may not be a direct result of my purchasing James Brown's "I Feel Good" this arvo, but whether it is or not, the fact that I purchased it leads nicely onto today's topic...

SPENDING MONEY IS GOOD FOR YOU

It has to be! How could it not be when it makes you feel so good? By the way, please do not apply that logic to exessive ingestion of high-cholesterol foods or glue sniffing as I'm not sure how well it will hold, but it serves my purposes well for the moment. But I'm maintaining that spending money is good for you right now, because after about five weeks of spending next to none ('enforced savings' due to me being unable to be paid because I get paid in cash but was on holidays interstate) I was all cashed up. Until yesterday that is, when I found myself at a shopping centre and all my money simultaneously jumped out of my wallet and bank account. But before you yell "no fair!" and help me organise a search party to get my moolah back, I must point out that I wasn't entirely short changed and I managed to score some very nice clothes in exchange for my missing wads of legal tender.

Prize picks included the incredibly groovy shirt I'm wearing now: swanky pink and grey singlet by insight with stars all over it; oh-so-comfy mooks t-shirt with an orange tree on it (no wardrobe should be without a shirt sporting an orange tree); and some denim shorts, for which partial thanks must go to Alissa my beautiful surrogate sister for buying my other shorts from me.

I continued my spend trend today by splashing out and buying some cds (which I NEVER do, but thanks to a 12 step program run by Wayne the Saviour of the World, I am learning to do) -- James Brown, as earlier mentioned, plus a snazzy little jazz collection. It has Take 5 on it! No one plays Take 5 anymore! It's because it's such a funky tune that everyone played it and because everyone played it then no one played it anymore. Like the Christmas carol O Holy Night. Roll your eyes if you will, but I know what I mean.

As much as I would like to continue to expound in detail on this week's purchases, I have to go. Now, don't give me that look, because I know you're enjoying this just as much as I am. The net truly is hedonistic isn't it. But I don't want to repeat myself.

My grammar is degenerating which is a sure sign I should leave it here. It's been a long day, as Matchbox 20 would say, and on that note I'm going to walk what's got to be about two kilometres uphill so I can meet my sister and go home. Do you feel sorry for me? Don't. I need to do something with my body after using my mind all day. Unfortunately typing doesn't count as a cardiovascular activity. I wonder if eating jellybeans does?

Smile at those who sing in public (they might be me)

Teegs