I've taken to writing down every expense I incur in a diary-ish notebook. I annotate some of the expenses (if a meal was disappointing, what it was purchased for, some details instead of just "groceries", etc). It actually goes a long way to prevent me from spending money because I don't want to experience the shame of writing "5 pound bucket of sugar cookie dough, to aid in self-pity exercises" in my notebook.
I was on the bus the other day and a kid - probably a sophomore in high school - was with 3 girls. And he just kept talking about web comics at them. Not with them - talking at them. It was hard to see. The kid didn't have a lot going for him to begin with, but you could see the coffin getting nailed shut when he began explaining why last Thursday's episode was funny in a frame by frame basis. "And then... and then like... and then like..."
Here's Victoria's Secret's secret: she sends out a horrifying amount of mail. My roommate must get 4 catalogs a week. It comes off as very desperate and creepy, not attractive at all. Like Fatal Attraction, I guess.
