I have a feeling this will just start to sound like the blogs of yore, when angsty middle school girls were JUST discovering that a computer screen will eat up their every word, worry, and (w)insecurity (Sorry, I like alliterations). I think, "Who should I write this to? What should I write that they can relate to it?"
Poor people. That's who. But not even really THAT poor. Just people strapped for cash. I, myself, was searching for ways to make some extra dough (literally, doing a google search for "earn cash fast"), when I came upon this website http://www.today.com/id/38995742/ns/today-money/t/cash-ways-earn-extra-money-online/#.UXCI0pOG2CA and apparently if I get a decent following, and then put advertisements (I pronounced that the British way in my head), I'll get a commission every time someone clicks on one of the ads.
SO! FELLOW PEOPLE! I ask you, are you dissatisfied with the amount of money you have/make/seem destined to never have? I am. I am so worried about having the money to feel any kind of financial freedom, I spend hours filling out sweepstakes, and entering into contests. So far I've steered clear of the lottery, and I only do free entry forms, but seriously, how lame is that? Instead of going out and enjoying the beautiful weather, or exploring the world around me, I concern myself with whether or not I've filled out an entry form 4 times or 5 times (because there is a limit of 5 entries for this particular contest). It's not even that I really NEED more money. I actually have a pretty amazing job, with a higher salary than my mother, but after making payments on my student loans, my car, my insurance, and any other thing that makes me a responsible adult, I feel the constraints of being less than a millionairess.
The addition of Insult to Injury:
My whole life, I've just known, deep in my heart, that I would become a famous movie star.... therefore, I WOULD be a millionairess, and talk to Oprah about my humble beginnings; coming from a poor family in the Midwest. We're told we can be whatever we want, we can achieve any dream, but what do you do when Adult You realizes that not all dreams come true? When your ticket to fortune and riches never arrives (even though you've had it on back order for years!) What do you do???? Sweepstakes. Waste your youth, beauty, and energy on a job you hate, and fill out sweepstakes at night.
So can anyone relate so far?
