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i no longer wish to spend money. i no longer want to waste money. i no longer hope to be useless. i want to be smart about my money. i want to be cheap. i want to say i can't afford it. i want to be a miserable old wrinkly woman who barks at the idea of spending a dime. 

one week

i have one week to get the house ready for david's father to arrive. the house seems to be in shambles, and i know this week will fly by and it will be tuesday at lax before i know it. i have no idea what i am going to do tomorrow for my big final of finals. once this is done with, i should hopefully be able to breathe easier. well we will see anyway. as for the present tense i am in bed on my laptop while david is playing his new video game right next to me. technological wizards we are.

nick cave

thank you for sending me tickets to your show yesterday, you have always been a great friend. i can't wait to see you at the end of summer, i am planning on taking a lot of pictures of you as well as jamming to some old tunes. davey and i look forward to seeing you.

yours always,

Lauren

p.s happy birthday to my sis

when the money truck runs dry...

boy does it ever. from the looks of life this week, it seems that i should turn in my e320 for a schwinn or a yamaha.  i hate the feeling of absolute brokness. my jealousy just gets worse, and i just feel like such a loser. i got paid today and all of the money is already gone. in less than 6 hours i went into overdraft.  no money saved up, not when i have a service charge on my car for $522 bucks. booby prize.