These days I am seriously starting to doubt that I’m pursing the right kind of happiness for my kids.
Your Weekly Organasm: It’s Raining Here In New York, Exposing My Weird Obsession With Protecting My Stuff From Water, Light, And Everything Else
Here’s some of the silly/stupid/crazy stuff I do to keep my stuff looking new for as long as possible.
It’s a solid middle class salary, untaxed, and it’s contingent on nothing. I don’t have to work for it, nor can anyone take it away from me if I behave badly. I did nothing to earn it.