Some like to spend their money on sex, drugs and alcohol. I choose clothes.

Today my office closed early due to "inclement weather." It's funny because this weather isn't all that bad-- but I think corporate doesn't mind letting us out because my company is based out of Princeton, NJ and they have had a lot of snow days lately. We Californians never get a snow day... so I guess it's time we get one :)

Anyways... It's pouring, I'm at home balancing my "checkbook" (although I don't actually use those books anymore. I just check my statements online). I don't know about you but I keep track of my spending as a habit. In fact, when I'm bored, I total up all of my credit card debts (let out a little cry about it -- yes every time), how much actual cash I have and calculate how much money I have left for "fun." (And charitable giving of course)

I think in February, my back account hemorrhaged.
If my life in February were like a MasterCard commercial, it would go something like this:

Rent: $700
Phone: $100
Cable: $65
Car: $260
1 Ticket to Coachella: $300
2 Tickets to Alicia Keys: $190
2 Tickets to Dave Matthew Band: $170
1 Ticket to Bon Jovi: $30
Trip to NYC for 3: $1600
Anthropologie: $160
Marshalls: $100

Sarah: Heart Attack. (That doesn't even include groceries, gas or tithes - I don't complain about my tithes because I don't want God to punish me... haha. All joking aside, I am very grateful for what I have).

I like to look at it this way... some people like to spend their money on drugs, sex and alcohol. I like to spend mine on concert tickets and clothes. So, if I ever end up broke on the streets, at least it won't be because of substance abuse.

If you are reading this and you are a single male ages 25-35 and a millionaire... call me. I am a housewife in training.

Did I just share too much? Oh well. I don't care. I'm high on cake batter.