I have been a very, very, very bad girl. I read this in the eyes of the mortgage person while he reads my life on a computer screen and tells me what I can and cannot afford. The former is little, the later is everything else. He is possibly wondering what did I do with all that money I spent like it was mine.
I try to remember too. Where did this not-mine money go to? I do not have extravagant taste at all. (Some people might argue that I have no taste) Designer clothes are just another way of duping people. Just like credit cards.
I go to restaurants. I take some trips. I buy books. I spend my money like the american system tells me to. Then I get to listen to the frown of this young banking person and be subjected to his disapproving stare. Or maybe I am imagining it. Either way, I can’t stop thinking about the dog poop I stepped on last year. I am sure that is when my luck turned to pitiful.
Let’s hope that at least my luck in love will change for the better.
As it stands, I have to pay off my cards. (hate Chase credit card!) and then I can think of buying something. And I should freeze all of them and do not take them out until they are paid in full.
I have to think of money saving strategies:
Get thin so I can go on a lot of dates and not pay for my dinner.
Sell my books on craigslist. (my heart bleeds)
Hit my boss for a raise.
Win the lottery.
Kill some squirrels and make squirrel sausages.
Read cards and palms.
Get a 4th job.
Rent my mom out to immigrants who miss theirs.
Sell my old eggs (which probably no one will buy)
Any further money raising ideas are appreciated.