BONE BROKE -- a phrase representing the phenomenon when you
are so lacking in monetary funds, you are reduced to the bare minimum of
what sustains you, what holds you upright. Just as well, bones are free
of cost (in dollars, at least).
At 6.15 yesterday
morning, I grabbed my iPhone to see any urgent push notifications
awaiting my tired eyes, where I was kindly alerted that my paycheck had
been deposited into my bank account. Awesome, right? Woo-hoo, money, the
green that makes the world go round.
And mine stopped.
I've
been getting abysmal hours at work, literally half of what my boss told
my landlord I was being given when she called him up for the apartment
application review back in December. I stared down at the deposit amount
on the brightly lit phone's screen in my dark bedroom. I didn't have
enough money. If I pay my rent, my phone can't get covered. If I scrape
up some bucks for that, I'll have literally nothing for a week, until my
second job will pay me six hours worth of work, possibly nine, per
week.
I am broke.
You know what one
of the most important parts involving fashion? Consumption. Clothes
don't often come free, or cheap. Budget blogging sucks, but you know
what, I don't have the luxury to decide that $50 for a shirt is okay, or
that even $30 for a shirt is okay. If I'm lucky I can reasonably spend
$15 on a shirt, here and there. But what would also suck would to
completely give up on blogging just because "I can't afford the
expensive, flashy things."
This is going to be a budget
blog, where eBay and thrift stores will be my staple sources once
again; where I will probably be one step behind on the ~trends~ because
all I can afford is the clearance section anywhere I go, online or off. I
had the hopes that my tiny wallet was going to be a temporary thing,
but my excess money outside of bills, whatever amount it may be, is
going in my stomach, for school, and in the tea tin dedicated to the
pool of money Kathryn and I have been collecting for our summertime
wedding.
I look at other blogs and see that people have
bills and livelihoods, lives outside of the time they spend on some
website's checkout. I don't know their budgets, I don't know what their
secrets are for affording anything, but I suppose I don't need to "know
anything" except how to dress myself. That's all that fucking matters.
BONE
BROKE is a lifestyle, one not eagerly embraced but one that I am by all
means familiar with. I hate money and how highly it is valued, and how
it can poison a person.
As tacky as it may appear, Mackelmore's
Thrift Shop
will probably be the banner will I carry out into the street when the
time comes that I need to spend any cash on fashionable luxuries. You'll
be seeing a lot of that, and PacSun garb -- because that employee
discount is a beloved benefit for my service.
I'm going
to leave the pre-title of OTG for a little while for everyone to catch
up, and unfortunately websites like Lookbook and Chictopia don't -- to
my knowledge -- offer username changes. I'll make it known when the new title will be officiated.
I still really love all of you people who haven't abandoned this blog just yet. Life's just nuts. Thank you. ♥
