Everywhere I Go

So I've got this theory that I've been trying to dispel. It goes something like this:
there's a fixed amount of money that I'm going to spend on a monthly basis and there's nothing I can do about it.
I've gone on drinking binges, I've smoked cigarettes and gotten high on a daily basis, I've averaged gone to the record store four or five times in a week, I've gone to four or five shows in a week... it's always the same. Granted, I don't do all of these things simultaneously (except during that month where I did some pretty heavy damage to the limit on my credit card).
But then, when I try to save money, I'll find a ticket on my parked car, or something will have gone missing (or stolen), or maybe some past debt will be collected. Maybe this is just me, and a vacuum was planted under my wallet. If I was the kind of person who found money to be deeply disturbing when lacking, I'd be an emotional wreck. Good thing I don't mind eating spaghetti every night and cereal every morning.