Existential angst
Sep. 1st, 2010 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boxingdaybabyLast night J and I celebrated our anniversary with delicious dinner and bubbly and watching depressing films.* It was nauseatingly sweet. And if the supermarket cashier didn't judge our lifestyle when we walked up to the counter with booze, cigarettes, icecream and condoms then she is some kind of saint.
Today was payday, and also Sort Out My Travel Monies day, and with 2k in pounds sterling on one card and a new substantial term deposit ... I'm very much feeling my middle-class-ness. And pointlessly terrified, as though the money is going to just vanish if I'm not extra-careful with it. No, I'm not still suffering the aftereffects of a very money-deprived childhood, why do you ask?
*Seriously though, The Wrestler is phenomenal. Just ... very grim.
Today was payday, and also Sort Out My Travel Monies day, and with 2k in pounds sterling on one card and a new substantial term deposit ... I'm very much feeling my middle-class-ness. And pointlessly terrified, as though the money is going to just vanish if I'm not extra-careful with it. No, I'm not still suffering the aftereffects of a very money-deprived childhood, why do you ask?
*Seriously though, The Wrestler is phenomenal. Just ... very grim.