Oh, bank account, where do I begin? Judging by my spending history, you are probably extremely disappointed in me. Don’t worry, my parents lecture me enough about your steady downfall. Let me try to explain a few reasons as to why you might be feeling so low lately (and why these reasons are 100% necessary).
The thing is, Chipotle is so good. Too good. How can you pass up a burrito bowl when it’s calling your name? That would be rude, my dear bank account. And besides, they sell guacamole. Need I say more? My meal is always less than $10 so you should be proud I’m such a bargain hunter.
And seriously, have you been to the mall lately? It’s the beginning of spring a.k.a. the time when all my favorite stores bring out their cutest warm weather fashions. You cannot tell me that I must turn my cheek to the bright colors, the short shorts, and the adorable sundresses. Can’t a girl try to look cute for spring?
Oh, and that spring break trip to the beach last week? Yes, that was completely necessary, especially after those exhausting midterms. In all reality, how am I supposed to last through gloomy March without witnessing a single sunny day? We do live in New England, you know.
All this leads me to this: I feel for you, bank account, I really do. When you hurt, I hurt. When you are so low, I want to cry (seriously). I do apologize for the way I treat you. But I need to enjoy my life too, and by enjoy life, I mean by making it rain on them stores (shout out to Fat Joe).
But really, bank account, can I live?