I'd always jokingly say that it's expensive to be gay. In a way it is, and in a way it isn't. heh.
I loathe fights about money. I can see why the biggest reason for divorce is over money. I guess not being able to provide makes me feel kinda small. I guess it's the "typical male" in me that belittles my self-esteem when it comes to lack of money. I mean, my income isn't really something to brag about. I wish I could be a better provider for so many people. I'm struggling just getting to New York in a few weeks. I feel pathetic about it.
I understand that there are little things I can do to save a dollar here and there, but sometimes that just doesn't feel like it's going to be enough.
I hate that most of the time I feel like Arnell is a financial crutch for me. I feel like I burden him financially. He may not feel that way, but I do sometimes. I never ask yet he still is willing to provide when he deems it appropriate. I mean, I'm grateful that he provides for me and I know it usually comes full circle, but tonight, my appetite was dependant of the contents of my wallet...and I feel like a pussy because of it.
Ever since I was young, I've always wanted to be the person INSIDE the limo. Everytime I pass one I wonder who's inside and what their story is. I'd always see myself in the reflection of the black glass and wonder if one day I'd be INSIDE a limo. I would imagine someone else trying to peer through the dark window trying to see me. I envy those who don't see money as an object...I guess being in a limo (even for the first time) is a stupid, childish dream...
In my past relationships (or attempts at them) I was the one who was able to spend. After that didn't work out, I wished that someone would provide for me for a change...I suppose I should be careful what I wish for.
It would be cool if I could make a quick buck, but honestly, I'd rather it be an honest one instead.

