Materialistic Yearnings

When I was a little girl my Nana would always tell me two things everytime she saw me.

1) Walk around with your nose stuck high in the air.

2) Marry for money, not love.

Now, I like to think that numero uno is her version of that famous Eleanor Roosevelt quote about inferiority complexes vs. the belief that one person is better than another.

Number two though? That's pretty cut and dry.

Unfortunately for Nana--fortunately for me-- I am not one of those women. If anything, I am the exact opposite. I don't ever wait for or expect Most Attentive to pay for me on dates (we usually split the bill or take turns paying) and I find the overwhelming majority of people who come from money to be disgusting human beings (see 'Another Reason to Hate CT' for more).

On the real tip though? Sometimes I wish that I was one of those golddiggin' whores that Kanye West and Jamie Foxx sing about; then I could trap me a rich old man and have him buy me pretty things...
Pretty things like this diamond ring from Tiffanys. I mean, just look at it! It's so shiny and it would look so adorable on my hand.

Goddamn me and my moral convictions.