Clothes and things I love

Doing laundry, Is the only free time I have. Clothes do not last forever. Also, had a long nap today.

Anyway.

Things I am looking forward to:

-Shiny Toy Guns in concert. October 1st. All other things are moot. STG is love. Chad Petree is love. This concert will fulfill a life goal of mine. Partially. The other part of that goal is, I shall admit, very unlikely *sob*.

-Weezer in concert. October 13th. With my Karren. My favorite concert/movie/musical/shopping/fun-thing-to-do buddy. Weezer should be pounds of fun. Pounds. Not ounces. Not quartz. Pounds. Both in weight and monetary worth. Fun band plus fun sister equals awesome memory for life.

-Alkaline trio/Thrice/Rise Against in concert. November 7th. This will be different than other concerts I have attended. The music being different than my usual style. Different crowd. Louder. Rougher. Funner. I shall, without a doubt, get bruised. How marvelous.

-Ludo in concert. November 12th. My most recent adoration. Very awesome. I hope they are good in concert. Must confess, sheer excitement of seeing the Moogle (What I call people who play "Moogs") because he is delightful.

Oh yes. In a two month period, I shall attend 4 concerts. Hence, I am trying to NOT spend money. Too bad money likes to be spent. It's goal in life is to be spent. Get around. Not stay locally. I try to convince--positively coerce--it into committing, but it is so rebellious. And I just can't stop it. I contemplate stashing the card and seeing how happy money is after that. I am sure it won't be so easy for it to get out to spend time with unsavory individuals. Climbing into registers. Cafés. Even other people's wallets. I don't know where I went wrong--money has just gotten so out of control. What can I do other than take away the plastic? Will I allow money to go towards food? Food is the only friend I like money to associate with. I don't really like gas, but I know gas means well, so I accept it. But other friends are not allowed, but seem to come over anyway. Candy is fat and sticky and leaves messes all over my things. Books take up space and occupy my time. Music is loud and distracting. The problem is that I miss these unacceptable friends when they are not over--and encourage money to associate with them again. I am the enabler. What sucker I have proven to be.