I've been so chronically broke for so long that I was kinda fist-pumping myself for being able to genuinely think about stuff like getting a haircut next weekend or getting new makeup and underwear and really basic shit that's been rotting for years and years. And it really wouldn't cut into too much else. And I can stare at my bank account and still be amazed at how much is still left in it.
I make it sound like I suddenly got fabulously wealthy, but again, consider the state of my clothing and life and stress to get an idea of what constitutes as "i'm livin large" to me at this point.
Anyway I went on a tear looking at ornamental dragons last night and this is why i need a house. i need a 200lb 7 foot welsh dragon on the front lawn