Bank on Robyn

I think I’m losing my mind.

This blog post is brought to you by “Drugs.” A song by The Philharmonik, not like actual drugs. Such relatable artistry lol because bitch, is this cake?

alright let’s start over.

Budgeting is such a large part of my life and to be completely honest, I don’t know if what the hell I be doing is even considered budgeting lol. Okay lmao, each month: I take my expected income, and I subtract my monthly expenses from that. And whatever’s leftover, I use toward my miscellaneous: gas, groom, and grocery.

BUT: I literally never feel like I actually follow that. Like, “obviously that’s where I mess up,” BUT!! Bro, it be what I need, no? I need gas to get to work, I need soap to wash my ass, and toilet paper to wipe it. How is that my fault? They decided to make trash bags twelve dollars, but I’m terrible at budgeting. Mind you, it’s trash.

Money literally going in the damn trash.

SO- here’s the plan.

I’m going to sell drugs.

I love that capitalism has made that a joke.

This is my week to stock up on some groceries, and I’m making the most basic fucking grocery list. The challenge is to spend $50, just $50.

Milk, bread. I got eggs, I ain’t made shit with no damn eggs. Anyways. This shit come out to more than $50, I’ll be a fugitive. Go through self-checkout and don’t scan a punk ass thing.

no seriously: it’s not the plan, it’s not the execution. We love to tell ourselves it’s a lack of discipline, but baby that’s our society. Our society is all about wanting more, what’s the next thing, and never having enough. I swear, I’m not a minimalist lol. I actually hate how bland everything looks. My point is. Don’t sell drugs but you might as well.

stay prayed up y’all

k bye

Robyn