A Woman's Worth

Ouch! Hot! HOT!!!, My damn thigh is on fire. Slowly but surely, money burns a hole in my damn pocket. I get paid on Thursday and by Saturday, I am seriously, honestly, and literally dead broke. I am a spend-a-holic. Like 112, and Janet Jackson, I can do it anywhere. The mall, the gas station, bills, online. It does not matter. The only thing that matters is that I spend money. My closet, with it's 50+ pairs of shoes and about 30 purses, should coincide with a decent savings account. That is a negative, and so is my checking account sometimes. I am sickened by the amount of "stuff" that I have. I could just throw-up every time I think of how much savings, investments and college funds, my wardrobe is worth. I've read the books on saving and investing, like "Smart Women Finish Rich", but to no avail. I still choose to spend. Obviously, I am shopping for something deeper. Hopefully, whatever my soul is browsing for, is worth what I've been spending.