I seem to enjoy spending money

So I was at Costco buying my grocceries, and I noticed a pressure washer to wash my car with for 20 dollars and it seemed like a really nice one so I bought it cause there is a hose faucet in my parking garage, and some guy I saw washing his car down there said I could get a small piece of hose cheap. I found out after my trips to wal mart and crappy tire that a cheap piece of small hose is 40 dollars, and at least 50 feet long. I was forced to buy about 40 ft of hose more than I required. That's awesome. Now I have a means to wash my car though since a car wash at the gas station costs me 14 dollars, and I hate those brushes all over my car. I figured a pressure washer was the way to go because I can't honestly see myself using a sponge and a bucket of water to wash my car. A high pressure water gun with a place to put washing soap seems much less labour intensive. This was an expensive trip out, but at least my car will be clean. Oh yeah I forgot to mention it decided to pour rain after I bought the pressure washer. I thought that was pretty special, but the downpour only lasted about 15 min. You know how the inuit supposedly have like 50 words for snow cause of all the different kinds. Well we still only have one word for rain in Vancouver, but I've noticed a wide variety in the types of rain. I'm glad I drive a car and everywhere has underground parking because I find the rain easier to enjoy from behind glass. Much the same way I enjoy my pressed ham.

I also came to a conclusion in my shopping trip. I failed to realize a core reason why my hurtful comments towards my friend yesterday were so hurtful. Besides the fact that he is a bitch. You see my friend Peck really wants to be a writer, and really enjoys writing. He created his website so he could work on his abilities, and share them with the world, so I can understand how my hate slinging would really bite deep, and wound my sensitive friend. Throw in the fact that when he doesn't update with anything of substance for a while this must be a constant daily reminder of personal failure. See I don't have that problem because I'm willing to put any shit up on my Blog as you can notice today. I call this process hit, and miss. However my good friend's willingness to take something he enjoys public, and considering his ability to do anything on time he does a pretty reasonable job of updating since he is far more discerning in what he allows to pass for content on his site has empowered me to make a decision.

I enjoy photography. I moved to one of the most beautiful places in the world. I think it's time I created a website about my photography, so when I don't go out and shoot photos I too can have a constant daily reminder of my personal failure. I'm used to accepting failure, so it really won't bother me too much however I think this would be a good project for my spare time. It will also give me more cool options with which to customize my home. So I thank you Peck for being oversensitive, and bringing me to this mental stop on the crazy train ride I call my brain. Perhaps I could even use said site to whore out my ability for cash. That would be awesome because there's nothing I love more than whoring for cash.