Know what I hate?  Money.  Oh, how I hate it. 

Scratch that: I’m really rather fond of it, what I hate is not having as much of it as I’d like.  I pay my own way for school, housing, food, work, and fun.  Between Christmas and my tax refund, I subsist from hand to mouth–and this year has been exceptionally unkind especially in recent months.  I swear a little piece of me dies inside at the beginning of every semester when I write a big check with a lot of zeros.  Which isn’t to say I’m a Scrooge, I just like to make sure that I stay in the black.  To that end I buy cheap when I need to and quality when I can, budget smart, save often, and work hard.

But that doesn’t mean my dreams and ambitions are equally easy to budget.  In my head I’m a future corporate badass who can afford more shoes and a hard attitude.  My life is, of course, is not nearly as cool as my fantasies and I have trouble syncing them with my Western college town reality.  I can’t wait to get my degree and get a job.  With an actual salary.  And dental benefits. 

In the meantime I have work to do and a living to scratch out.  Which makes my lusting after every handbag I’ve seen so far in Cashmere Mafiathat much more acute…