Pooreciation

How about I just wrote a whole amazing paragraph about pooreciation and what it means to me and I accidentally deleted it. Well. FUCK. I'm sure you get the idea- pretty simple really. I'm pooreciating being poor, because my lack of money has motivated me to proactively work toward changing my poorassness (now easier that I have a computer again. HOORAY!!!!).

I have a confession. It's not just the suckiness of being poor that makes me want to be rich-although that does help, A LOT- No. It's the fact that it's not just me anymore. I have my apartment to think about. Seriously. My apartment is awesome. She deserves so much more than a lone, albeit AMAZING mattress on her beautiful hardwood floors. She should have a bedframe! Art on the walls, a desk whose keyboard drawer actually opens/closes, a dresser, a kitchen table, a couch. Maybe even a 60" flatscreen TV. GASP! I want things!

Ok. Ok. I know I may sound a teensy weensy bit RIDICULOUS, but I mean honestly does it really matter what is motivating me to make more money? Nahhhhhh. I just want it. Lots of it. And, by lots I mean just enough so that when I go to the grocery store (after I've outfitted my apartment with amazing things) and I see that 3oz package of blueberries for $5.99, I say FUCK IT I've got the money. I will then go crazy and buy all the blueberries they have and hand them out to my neighbors like its candy on HALLOWEEN. True they make think I'm creepy, but you KNOW they would eat those blueberries. BLUEBERRIES ARE AWESOME.

Hi my name is Jillian and I'm a poor person with a blueberry problem. Sigh. Yea... But seriously, just you wait. In no time I will be lounging on my sink-into-me-and-never-get-up-couch with a bowl full of blueberries watching NBATV on my 60" flatscreen TV. It's gonna happen.

(I heard setting personal goals is a good thing.)

xoxo Jildo