I like big BUCKS and I cannot lie

Me and Sir Mix A lot have something in common, we both like big things, except he likes big BUTTS and I like big BUCKS.

I hate not having a job. For all those who complain about having to wake up and go to work every morning, I envy you. I am sure you envy the fact that I can get up whenever I want to and sit on my ass whenever I want to. However, I assure you, that 4 months of having no money is the PITS, smelly pits at that!

Whenever I smell the crisp, new scent of leather, I think of NEW boots. Whenever I see a clothing magazine, I salivate. Its rough not being able to buy what I want, not that I ever could, but at least when I had some money I could pretend. I miss the smell of pennies and quarters and the dingy feeling that money leaves on your hands.

Some may say I'm a shop-a-holic, but I prefer to call it a hobby. I'm a pro at finding the most expensive item at discount stores like TJ MAxx. When I was little, I could find at least one thing I wanted in every store, even the gas station. It feels wrong to wear an outfit more than once. The smell of the mall brings me instant happiness. Nothing pisses me off more than finding the cutest pair of jeans that don't come in my size. The managers at some of my favorite stores know me by first name. When it comes to importance, food and water come after clothes and shoes.

Needless to say, I am having withdrawls. Nothing in my closet is appealing. They say money (the big bucks) is the root of all evil-but, I would say its the root to all things fashionable. SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!