She's Gonna Blow...

Money that is. That lovely green thing our economy seems to fixate or at the very least depend upon. Today, as I was browsing around an Asian-owned hair store looking at an array of goodies(fake ugg boots, deep wave human hair, hello kitty necklaces), I began to wonder about my own spending habits. Before coming to the counter, I'd mentally calculated what my final bill would look like. Needless to say, I spent well over what I intended. And when the polite salesclerk asked, "The total is $48.02. Will that be all?" I had to look down to make sure my jaw wasn't indeed, lying on the floor at my feet. What in the world did I buy? Surely, a couple packs of (synthetic) hair, some conditioner, a can of hair gel, and some eyeshadow palettes couldn't be worth nearly fifty bucks! My reciept seemed to disagree with me. What happened to the days of frivolous money spending; that I had eagerly enjoyed in my youth? Being able to say, "I want that" without having to check a price tag first? Before I had a Chase bank account, there was my frequent use of my ASM(Automatically Sarah's Money) aka my mother. Gosh, did she come in handy. It seems that ever since I entered the "adult world" and took on real-world responsibilites, my get-it-and-go method of shopping is a thing of the past. Apparently, being a "grown-up" really translates into, "You're paying for your own crap now, buddy." From my rent payments to having to fill up my gas tank(ever other day), it seems like everything costs money. Even the seemingly insignificant aspects of my life come with a price; oh yea, you'd better believe I am paying for the internet service that is allowing me to write this very blog. Financial times and hardships like these are what, I believe, lead poor, backwards Anna Nicole to marry a millionaire with one foot in the grave. As the old saying goes, "If you can't beat'em...join'em." Anyone know any single millionaires with a soft spot for poor college girls with semi-dangerous shopping addictions?