Hrothgar The Great's Journal: Money, Alcohol, Rock

I never seem to have any money around for some reason or another. It's not like I don't make a decent salary; I have a Bachelor's degree and a decent (easy) job. It is in the public sector and I did graduate with a pretty horrible GPA, but I get along pretty well, being single and all.

My money all goes to alcohol and rock. That's pretty much what my life consists of. The annoyance is that most of my friends are drunken musicians who work at Subway or Food For Less or places like that and they're right there with me, drinking and rocking. How in the fuck do I do the exact same thing as these people, making way more money, and end up exactly as broke at the end of the month? What is with that? I'd say my friends are financing their continuous moving party with drug sales, but I'm pretty sure the real answer is that I am insane and I throw money around like it's fucking confetti and I don't have a tendency to consider the ramifications of any dumb ass thing I'm doing at any time. Ever.

There's no point to this journal or anything; I just figured I hadn't written one in about a year. When you picture me, imagine me hammered off of my ass, clutching a sodden pile of crumpled bills in my fist, demanding that everyone is doing shots of tequila right now. And then wondering how in god's name I end up making deficit expenditures at the end of every month. I'm like the god damn US government, only with slightly fewer wars.