Today, one of my best friends leaves on a Caribbean cruise alone. Why? Because I had to think I had Paris Hilton's trust fund over the last 6 years, and I spent the crap outta my credit cards. Suddenly, I woke up, my millions were gone, and those annoying companies thought I should actually pay them. What's up with that? People are so greedy, especially when you borrow money from them. So instead of basking in the warm tropical sun, I'm staring out the window of my office, wondering if birds really will blow up if you feed them rice. While irrelevant to my spending woes, I'm pretty sure watching a sparrow explode would lighten my mood. My friend was bummed that I couldn't go, but honestly, is it really wise to shell out $1500 on a 10 day trip when you've already got about 8 grand in debt? Yeah, didn't think so. I'm sure she'll bring me back some cool souvenir from some awesome place she visited, which is what I would if the roles were reversed. But somehow it's just not the same. I keep asking myself how I accumulated so much on my credit cards. As far as I can tell, I don't have anything to show for it. No big screen flat panel TV, no mink coats or diamonds, no Rolls Royce in the driveway. Sure, I've picked up a CD here or there, blown my eardrums out at a few concerts (Nickelback rocks!), and gone on a cross-country road trip to a wedding I was in, but surely it didn't add up to all that. And it's not like I've got Miss Cleo on speed dial. Who the heck is spending all my money?! All things considered, I get paid pretty well and I get a great bonus at the end of the year. But all I saw of my bonus this year was two checks - one to Discover and one to Mastercard. Sigh. Maybe Anna Nicole had the right idea all along. Making out with Grandpa...hmm...nope, still rather be poor.
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