tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66408467326015218952011-04-21T10:52:21.641-07:00tinkerbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11106872620219665159noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640846732601521895.post-134848452415222982007-07-23T06:41:00.000-07:002007-07-23T06:59:51.507-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: webdings;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Why do some people get all the luck?<br /><br />There are those who are born rich and can spend all their not-so-hard-earned money in whatever they want. Then there are those who are born just-so-gosh-darn beautiful they can just snap their fingers and get anything they ask for. SCREECH!!! (for those who can't get it, it's a sound made by a car when it stops to a "screeching" halt, therefore screech) Is this all even true? Is there proof that these so-called people can do all of these things without even a single drop of sweat?<br /><br />Well, I do know some people who are exaggeratedly rich and they do sometimes get whatever they want but i think they still work for it. Nowadays, money is really hard to find. Unless one has a big fat bank account that overflows with money. Now wouldn't that be awfully nice?<br /><br />I have a confession. I am a shopaholic. When I have money I just have this urge to buy clothes, skin care products and make-up whenever I get the chance to step somewhere that has a price tag on it. It's like an addiction. I know it sounds really bad but I just can't stop the urge, even if it's just a measly pen that has cute characters on it that I'm not even aware of or those adorable little notebooks that pile up on my dresser because I don't get to use all of it.<br /><br />I am a fresh grad and because my parents are so nice, they tucked away my atm card till I finally got my first paycheck (which I must say was immediately non-existent once I stepped inside the mall). Now, I'm up to my neck with receipts and I'm still craving for more.<br /><br />How does one stop this kind of craving? I know it's definitely not in our medicine cupboard. I guess restraint is the only cure. Or have someone hide your atm card to keep you from spending way too much more than is intended for one little person.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640846732601521895-13484845241522298?l=shopaholic-tinkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tinkerbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11106872620219665159noreply@blogger.com0