Confessions part 1

Confessions of a $30,000 Millionaire
When making a list of wants and needs the needs column is about 2 pages long, but the wants column only has money listed in it. When it comes to financial savvy I am definitely a three; maybe even a two at this point. Living outside my means is a lifestyle I perfected throughout the last 11 years of my adult life. I bought an Xterra this January when I had a perfectly good Altima with only one year left to pay. Instead, I wanted some new (to me) and shiny so I am now stuck with 5 more years of payments. There was nothing really wrong with the Altima. Sure it had over 100,000 miles on it, but it was running well and I had an extended warrantee on it. I was just bored with it and wanted something different. In retrospect I think that is why I am in the financial situation I am. Really, I could be worse but it is bad to say the least. I have contemplated getting a second job but the only thing I can think of is becoming a writer. I like to write, I think I’m good at it (sometimes) but I have no concept of timelines. My idolize Jen Lancaster because she writes like I think and I talk. Ask my friends, they were like, “OMG is that really you using a pen name” (seriously they said O-M-G). But I can’t write a book in her style because that would be ripping her off and I can’t do that to my idol. So what do I write? I’m writing this blog because I like to share my outlook on the world with others. But seriously, what can a girl (who owns 24 pairs of flippy floppies) do to make some money. Perhaps prostitution…nah one must (somewhat) enjoy sex, not be allergic to latex (those non-latex one are expensive little shits), and not be paranoid that she is going to get caught (my heart pounds when I make a rolling stop people). I could go back to working retail again but that means I need to be super nice to people and as I get older its getting ten times harder to do that. There is a Kohl’s right across from my apartment. I could walk there thus not having to spend my extra paycheck on gas alone. But I’m still fat and sweat when I walk. It’s a 110 in Phoenix and walking one block is detrimental to my wardrobe. So here I sit on a Sunday afternoon sweating my ass off at the pool because I don’t have internet yet contemplating second jobs. I guess the easiest solution is to just stop spending, but screw that, I’m a 5 when it comes to shopping.