Ode To Budgeting

Dear Budgeting,

YOU SUCK!

Ever since I started grad school, you have put me and Brandon in a tizzy.

No longer can I go out to luxurious restaurants and buy exquisite clothing and go on expensive cruises.

(WHO am I kidding? I never was able to do that anyway…)

When I want to buy excellent presents for people’s birthdays, weddings, wedding showers, baby showers, etc., I cannot. Instead, I have to (regretfully) settle for something that I don’t feel like expresses my love for that person, just so that I don’t break the bank.

When I want to make gourmet meals for my family, I cannot.

When I want to NOT have to stress out about paying for school, I cannot.

When I have to work a job in addition to going to grad school, doing a practicum, doing homework, and trying to have a life, I get angry!

When my husband has to take on a second job to help pay for school and bills, I get even more furious!

Therefore, I think you are a suck-face.

You are very much so irritating me. And do you KNOW what happens when I get irritated?!

I get an attitude. A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E.

So look out, budgeting, my attitude is coming.

(Too bad you are an inanimate object and this is a pointless conversation anyway. I really wish I could punch you in the face though. Just saying.)

Whatever, budgeting. Shut up. You’re irritating me.

And, like I said, you suck.