Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

Friday Five via servermonkey

Apparently I'm not going to give you any actual content today. I'm just going to answer questions.

Well, I'll probably provide actual content later. But! This is about money.

I have a peculiar relationship with money. I was raised by people who don't look at price tags, people who, when the washer broke, replaced a perfectly good dryer just because they wanted 'em to match. But then I went off to have adventures, sans parental funding, and, in Vegas, discovered the "joy" of borderline homelessness and looking for dinner in the dumpster. Tips for being homeless in Vegas:

* Fuck McDonalds up the ass, y0. Their policy is to unwrap the burgers before they throw them in the dumpster. I never got that hungry.
* Hit Pizza Hut. They make a certain number of regular and pepperoni pizzas just figuring the orders will come in - they always have extras at the end of the night. And their unofficial policy is to simply set those pizza boxes out on the back stoop. They know we're there. They'd rather do a good deed than just let the pizza rot. Unlike those fuckers at McDonalds.
* If you find a quarter, stick it in a slot machine. Worst case scenario: You lose a quarter. Best case scenario: You win real money, with which you can buy food. Layne had excellent luck. Usually made in excess of $10. So we'd go in together, he'd buy $10 worth of food, I'd shoplift $30-or-so worth, and we'd have it made for a little while.
* Shoplifting tip, btw. Go in with someone else. Someone in leather with a blue Mohawk, in this case. All attention will be on him. No attention will be on you, if you look relatively normal. And this does work best if your freaky-lookin' accomplice is buying and paying for something at the end of his store wanderings. They'll have no reason to suspect that any hanky-panky took place, and thus no reason to stop *you*...

Oh, see? Content! That was content.

I was also poor before Vegas - first marriage to a military man, lived in a trailer - no kidding, a trailer - and the boy was bouncing checks all the goddamn time.

So I'm paranoid about money. A lot. I'm aware of how far down I can go if I start to slip. But at the same time, Adam's and my parental backgrounds...


Friday Five!

1. How much money is in your wallet right now?
None - I don't carry cash. Not deliberately - I just spend it and then forget to get more cash.

2. How much money would you need in the bank to feel secure? Rich?
Six digits, baby, seriously.

3. If someone gave you $100, no strings attached, what would you do with it?
Pop it in the savings account - moving is expensive.

4. If someone gave you $1 Million, no strings attached, what would you do with it?
Move to Boston immediately! Seriously - the only thing keeping us from being there NOW is that Adam needs to find a job first. If we had a million, we'd manage without Adam having a job for a while. :)

And pay off the credit cards.

Other stuff, too, house-stuff, but I'd need to discuss that with docorion and beowabbit. :)

How much does something have to cost before it starts counting as "real" money, as a purchase to be considered and evaluated, but below which you'll buy without really thinking about it?
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