Thrift Store Junkies

Fuel costs are a joke and their is no end in sight, and to be honest, I’m slightly OK with this.  Why? I’ll tell you straight up, for those who needlessly congest our freeways with land yachts, they can eat shit now, that’s why.

As fuel prices climb, food prices correlate the trend, which leaves all of us with little to no room to breathe.  Because of this trend I have been on an exercise of frugality as of late.  Up until January of this year, I was foolishly eating out for breakfast, lunch and dinner like it was no one’s business and to be honest, that was only way I knew.  Not that mom and dad didn’t teach me the economics of preparing meals and shit but hey just like my peers, it’s a way of life, no big deal.

Well, this mode of living has lead our country straight into horse shit and I’m not riding the train anymore.  I am not qualified to make socioeconomic commentary so I will spare you the lecture.  What I do know is that, I’m not an idiot and understanding that if I continue on this trajectory that my chances at bankruptcy by years end would grow logarithmically.  I said to myself, self, do you really need to eat fried chicken, and subs every other night and sushi on the weekends?

Basically, I will need to retrain myself on how to feed myself because if college had to taught me anything, it’s that I really don’t know shit about living life on my own.  8 years later and I’m still working on my food budget, FAIL.

In accepting the fact that I’m still a retard in all things life, I turned to one of the only things I can control to reduce my costs of living.

Doing a bit of clean up on my closet, I notice a substantial amount of foolish purchasing decisions.  First off, I have tons of clothes, I mean tons, like a chick.  I’m not so sure I even wear half the shit in the rat’s nest I call my wardrobe closet.  As a few bags turned to boxes, I realize I was ridding myself of thousands of dollars worth of junk.  My first inclination was to go all ebay and have a fire sale, but that would have cost way more in the long run with all the labor hours involved with organizing and uploading images and descriptions.  In the end, I just didn’t want to do it.

Boxed and ready to donate to the local Goodwill, my roomate and I headed to the east side Salvation Army to donate my treasure chest of excess.

Upon arrival, I was blown away at the amount of usesless shit of others! I mean, a freaking leather couch in fairly good condition at $150, a set of Taylor Made golf clubs for $22, eh yo, eh fahgettaboudit!!!!

As if pouring through a bunch of used crap wasn’t fun enough, I discoverd the fruits of thrift store clothing.  It’s like treasure hunting, says my roomate, as he was scanning the local offerings of the day.  And he’s absolutly right!  Located a bin of custom tailored shirts that was to my exact specifications, and I’m not talking about the run of the mill used shit, I found custom tailored haute couture.  All of which costs a cool $10 for the bin!!!  LMAO, like, OMG, FTW!

Giddy like a school girl and prancing around the store harassing the locals on all the great shit that people would throw out, I was approached by a store employee asking to see the box I had in hand, and to my suprise it was a green tag.  Green tag meaning half off bitches!!! Holy mother of shit, I have hit the mother load! Four tailored shirts for $5!!!

A bit of caution though, sometimes you see something and go, “I can’t believe someone gave this up,” then you wear it once or twice and you’re like, “Oh, I know now. It’s so ill-fitting it feels like it’s on sideways.” Then you put it in a big bag of second-hand clothes to donate to the thrift stores and, like credit card debt, the cycle continues.

But for my money, locating thrift store deals has become my new hobby and I have just ventured into the world of hipster fashion.  Call me crazy but it is not a bad of a place to be.