my parents came round to my new place the other night- and just walked around the lounge slowly shaking their heads and making tutting sounds. Like there were piles of used hypodermics laying up against all four walls, not rackords. During dinner-
dad: "so..... (uncomfortable pause) how are you Nick... finantially?" me: yeah good mum: its a wonder you can afford the rent.
shit was classic- seems im a junkie.
On a lighter note, my girls little sister was around last weekend and apon showing her my room she goes "you SLEEP in your STUDIO"
seems i've made the progression from just having a studio in my bedroom.
When I was still in graduate school (read: "dirt ass poor"), I once spent about $500 dollars that my dissertation adviser fronted me to pay participants for the psych experiment that I was running. After that I had, well as you may guess, NO money to pay the kids who were coming to participate in my dissertation experiment.
I went crawling to my wife (then girlfriend) to beg for some money to set things right. She freaked. I then went to my mom, who also freaked. The two of them then had a serious sit down/intervention with me about my "record buying problem."
In the end, I was able to cobble to together some money from a student loan to pay back my adviser who never found out about the record buying fiasco, but I was on a strict record buying budget for the next two years so that I wouldn't fuck up my research career... and so that I could avoid embarrassing lectures from my mom and/or my wife about digging responsibly.
Me, but at least it's not crack is what I always say. Girlfrends have said things in the past - mostly because they don't understand the culture surrounding records. They never said one word after viewing my email account or seeing the envelopes of cash sitting on my desk.
especially all ya'll married folls. peace, stein. . .
Wife: that last pile of records you brought in smell like pesticide Me: I don't think so Wife: Yes, I'm sure is pesticide Me: Maybe they smell funny, but how can you know if that's pesticide? Wife: I know it's pesticide. Me: Maybe a couple of them got wet and that's the smell you are talking about Wife: No, it's pesticide. Please get rid of them. Me: here it is, this cover has a large water stain. Must be it. Wife: Yes, that's it, that's the one with pesticide. Me: OK, it goes to the garbage. Wife: thank you.
yeah i live with some friends, they are like 'what ya doing' and im on ebay most of the time when they ask..my girl doesnt really mind becuz she likes to sleep in on the weekends, so i get up early and get back before shes up. make her a cup of tea or some breakfast and shes happy
im not old enough yet to really worry about my financial situation (read: 21)- im still in school and im sorted in the way of finance for this due to inheritance so its all gravy..
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it is only a problem for those i live with
for me there is no problem
dad: "so..... (uncomfortable pause) how are you Nick... finantially?"
me: yeah good
mum: its a wonder you can afford the rent.
shit was classic- seems im a junkie.
On a lighter note, my girls little sister was around last weekend and apon showing her my room she goes "you SLEEP in your STUDIO"
seems i've made the progression from just having a studio in my bedroom.
My Dad: WHAT, MORE RECORDS???
I have actually had to stop buying records for now though cause I'm saving for a mortgage... gotta do it sometime.
Me too (first house). Congrats, hommie!
It was damn tough learning to respect saving though. All of a sudden all these ebay searches started coming up with the goods.. I was like WTF?!??
Had to learn to say "No... no bidding. I cant afford it"
Had to pass up a snipe I'd set on a japanese Herbie Hancock raer.
I went crawling to my wife (then girlfriend) to beg for some money to set things right. She freaked. I then went to my mom, who also freaked. The two of them then had a serious sit down/intervention with me about my "record buying problem."
In the end, I was able to cobble to together some money from a student loan to pay back my adviser who never found out about the record buying fiasco, but I was on a strict record buying budget for the next two years so that I wouldn't fuck up my research career... and so that I could avoid embarrassing lectures from my mom and/or my wife about digging responsibly.
K in Canada.
Wife: that last pile of records you brought in smell like pesticide
Me: I don't think so
Wife: Yes, I'm sure is pesticide
Me: Maybe they smell funny, but how can you know if that's pesticide?
Wife: I know it's pesticide.
Me: Maybe a couple of them got wet and that's the smell you are talking about
Wife: No, it's pesticide. Please get rid of them.
Me: here it is, this cover has a large water stain. Must be it.
Wife: Yes, that's it, that's the one with pesticide.
Me: OK, it goes to the garbage.
Wife: thank you.
im not old enough yet to really worry about my financial situation (read: 21)- im still in school and im sorted in the way of finance for this due to inheritance so its all gravy..