So, who hates just how much money matters? I certainly do. I've reached the point in my life where I can't continue to depend on my parents for money. It really sucks, but it is not a terrible place to be, because i'm learning how to work hard and make it on my own. Still, I hate slaving away and seeing pathetic little $5 bills as the fruit of my labor.
There are so many things I want to do to enhance my life, but can't because I just don't have enough money. I want to go on a life changing road trip with my friend of all friends Kaitlyn, but I also have to buy textbooks. I want to invest in a neat and eclectic wardrobe to show off my looks and make good impressions, but I can't because there are still so many more important things I ahve to save up for.
I don't mean to come across as a money obsessed fool who can't appreciate the simple pleasures, but all the responsibilities I have to pay for are turning me into exactly that. And I really hate it.
If money weren't an option I'd go buy a red sun dress, get a chic haircut, give kaitlyn money for gas, and drive with her all the way across the country to Portland where we'd maybe camp out at a camp ground or spend the night at a little bed and breakfast drinking delicious cocktails and get sloppy drunk.
Oh oh oh.