So, I finally signed up for online banking with Wells Fargo. I know, I’m retarded. I’m hooked now, so everyone quit bugging me about it, okay?
It’s scary when you can easily see where all your money goes. I eat most of my meals at home, or at least at someone’s home, but check out that Restaurant column! Click! Oh, well, bars are considered restaurants, also. I never drink alone, so most of the alcohol I consume is from a bar. That makes more sense now.
But, hey, here’s something interesting… by comparing my debit card receipts against the charges I can see online, I see a discrepancy. (more…)
