you never want to be there again. i am always comparing prices. all the cashiers know me as the little old lady that counts pennies. i'm not even 30 but i grew up very poor and have been homeless and broke before, sleeping in cemeteries and parks. i never want to be there again...
if i'll open my mind, maybe i can find a bundle of cash. LOL
i'm always dreaming of money and how can i sustain my needs for the next days
still looking forward for the day that i will not worry about money. rather, money should worry about me. ^^, how's that?