Money

"Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
A new car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team" - Pink Floyd

I hate money. I love money. It is both what makes and breaks my existance. I almost feel like my habit of spending quite a fair amount of money on media is my attempt on some subliminal level to compensate for my hatred of the dreary and dead-end job I currently operate in every day. I could be in school getting a degree, earning potential to make more money, but instead I'm working at this place where I am going nowhere, and just earning enough to "enjoy" my
habits. Satisfying the now is something I need to work on curbing 
(lets say by the end of May, I think I'll try to cut down to just cds after that).
Cheers to you money, you're a bastard.