In the many-part definition of the word douchebag, here is one part:
\düsh-bag\, noun: someone who wears a black button-down to work but immediately dons a black Ed Hardy t-shirt over it once he leaves the building
In the many-part definition of the word douchebag, here is one part:
\düsh-bag\, noun: someone who wears a black button-down to work but immediately dons a black Ed Hardy t-shirt over it once he leaves the building
I didn’t want to cross-post the whole thing here, but my donuts4dinner post today is about a stupid fight Kamran and I had over my not wanting to eat shrimp heads, and it’s not to be missed if you’re a little bit squeamish about food like I am.
Kamran shared this article with me recently from one of his fancy lawyer blogs called “Earning $250,000 Does Not Make You Rich, Not in My Town“, and while I agree that $250k doesn’t make you anywhere close to rich in NYC, it’s ridiculous how out of touch people are with how much money you need to survive:
I own nothing (mmm… judgment proof) — not a stock, a bond — and the only market for my “assets” is the “Cash for Gold” shop in Atlantic City. I pay a ridiculous premium to live in my 2-1-2 area code, and I live in a hovel so embarrassing that when non-New Yorkers come to visit, they assume I’ve just been robbed. As we shuffle by Park Avenue apartments that I can’t afford to even look at, my dog tries to break her leash and get herself adopted by someone who can afford her upkeep. I’m a professional blogger, yet my computer is so old I can’t even download decent porn off the internet anymore. Last night I got a text from my Manhattan bedbugs which read, “Dude, we can’t live like this no more, peace out loser.”
In Ohio, my salary could give a family of eight a super-extravagant lifestyle, but here, it can get me half of an apartment in Brooklyn, eight plane tickets, a closetful of non-designer clothes, a couple of major electronics purchases, and all the homemade meals I can handle every year. (Luckily, Kamran helps me out in the dinner department.)
Basically, no matter how much I save up, I will never, ever own a home in NYC. Even if I wanted the very cheapest and tiniest studio apartment–250 square feet for $250k, let’s say–I can’t imagine a time in my life when I’d have the $50k down payment. I accept that while the middle of the country bases their success on owning homes, I have to base mine on . . . having lots of free time to blog?
Recently, I decided to make a deposit on a minorly life-changing thing (it’s a yacht, people! it’s a yacht!) (just kidding), and I had to figure out if I’d actually have the money for it. So I made something for the first time in my life that I realize probably every one of you have had forever: a budget.
And I feel SO. MUCH. BETTER. I’m actually spending waaaaaaay less money than I used to, but I somehow feel so much richer just because I know I can keep myself debt-free and saving if I stay within my weekly allotment. It’s so great to be able to stare a $32 pressed powder compact from Sephora in its sweet, foundationy eyes and say, “Are you worth not being to go out for dinner before our bowling match Sunday night?” And it isn’t.
I even set up a (so far, really pathetic) SmartyPig goal that will someday allow me to live luxuriously without guilt for three entire months when I get fired. Click on the “Feed Me” button to see how cute the site is and to TRANSFER YOUR BANK ACCOUNT OVER TO ME:
So, I’m not rich, and I’m not even $250,000 rich, but I’m working on it.
Do you budget? I’d love to hear your tips and tricks!
That’s What She Said jokes are never not funny.
The other day, I was thinking about how really, I should just have one website that links to all of my crap. Because you wouldn’t believe this, but some of my friends actually seem to read more than one of my blogs.
(Tracey, of course. Bachelor Girl when she isn’t busy planning a wedding. Tessa and Ash, I think. Cristy and Bluz even commented on IS IT PEE-PEE? once or twice, which blew my mind. thickcrust, who leaves mean comments that I appreciate all the same. And Ellie, of course Ellie, who has a new blog.)
I own plenty of webspace, and I’m not afraid of buying up every URL in sight, obviously, but I wanted something even simpler than that. And I found Flavors.Me.
It’s a free website that gives you an easy-to-remember URL–mine is flavors.me/katieett–with lots of easy design options. You can have your tweets, Facebook status, Etsy products, YouTube videos, or blog posts show up directly on the site, or you can just provide links to them like I did.
Try it out!