I like money.  I like counting my money.  I like keeping track in completely anal detail of where my money comes from and where it goes.  I have a collection of piggy banks and money jars and safes.  I try to when possible give 10% of whatever comes into my hands to charity.  This has not always happened for various reasons.  Now that I've been out of all debt whatsoever for over a year, I figure I ain't got any excuse.

Last night I realized how much that would be over the course of the year if I kept up my current earnings levels.  So I decided to, after I counted up the little checks here and there to various charities I've made out, to put the balance into something that I'm, for personal reasons involving several different talk radio hosts and the morons who listen to them like they're gods, calling the Fuck-You-I-Built-a-Goddamn-House Fund.

A house with a latrine in the Carribean costs $3,100.  Goal is to do this by Christmas.  Money in the FYIBAGH Fund so far this year:  $794.36.

Am I doing this for the proper spiritual reasons?  No.  I'm doing it out of pride and petty spite.  But fuck you, I'm building a goddamn house.