fiscally responsible

i need to walk into this situation. look at that dude balancing stacks of cash on his lid. i just gave my girl pooka some sound financial advice. weird coming from me, the girl that could not get her money game together to save her life. i think my parents going from financially comfortable to super stressed out and pinching every penny just to keep from losing our house has really put things into perspective. i don't want to turn 25 with shitty ass credit from one stupid credit card that i simply didn't feel like paying off. i don't want to be living at home into my 30's. if i decide i want a house, i want to be able to walk into a bank and have those fools kissing my feet, throwing cash at me like roses at a bull fight.

i've been doing little things at work like paying close attention to what my supervisor is doing. i'd like to learn enough that i'm considered a hot commodity, therefore entitled to a fat paycheck. i think the insurance industry is morally ambiguous at best, and the fucking antichrist at worst. we've all been screwed by insurance companies. i'm just trying to get ahead in life, and i suppose if you have a problem with something, what better way to change things than from the inside?

i still have my mad skillz as a hair stylist. maybe i'll take this fall to get ready for the state board exam and get that shit out of the way already. i don't want to be a career hair stylist and i'm really excited about going back to college for journalism, but it's nice to know i have the skills to generate a little extra flow when it's needed, or a plan b if shit gets too real.

i've been wanting to get a place with the boo for what seems like an eternity. he tends to be overly cautious and i tend to be a crazy asshole so hopefully by the end of the year, we will meet somewhere in the middle and find our little love nest. i'm trying to get a good wad together so we can get a dope ass pad with wood floors, a new kitchen and lots of sunlight.

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