I was lying in bed late last night, trying to catch my breath right after putting that thing in the sarcophagus. (See what I did there?)
It was raining ice and I could hear the clink-clink of the icy pellets against the pavement, right outside the bedroom window. The heat kept blowing incessantly, and my frugal Kikuyu mind kept thinking of how steep the power bill will be this winter. Sh*t, it’s already been up there these past few months and seeing how Old Man Winter has the entire continent’s balls in a vise-grip lately, that won’t change any time soon.
That said, I don’t know why I don’t like spending money on myself. I threw away a second pair of jeans yesterday because they were torn – and about 7 years old. I know I need new clothes bad, but I won’t get myself any. Matter of fact, the last time I got myself any gear was back in 2008. I cringe to think that I’m becoming el cheapo. I don’t think that’s it exactly though, coz I splurge on other people. I’ve no problem getting my family or friends things, just getting things for myself. WTF is wrong with me?
Truth be told tho, all I want, next to food and shelter, is a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X. That and an iPhone 4. Till I get those, clothes be damned.