I'm broke. No. Really.

There’s this odd misconception that my family has: they think I’m LOADED with cash. Just 2 years ago, asking my dad for 20 bucks was still acceptable and he would happily oblige and leave me on my way. If I were to do that now, he looks at me funny and sighs. But I guess it’s because I had no job back then and was still high school. Still, at what age is it considered [immature, unnecessary, wrong, unacceptable] to ask your parents for money? They’re you’re goddamn parents! HA! Isn’t it.. like... a rule that if you need it, they have to cash out? -- or at least until I’m 30.

Then there’s the familia that asks for money, quite nonchalantly I might add. I don’t mind paying for stuff or helping people out but please, when asking me, you could at least use a tone in your voice that at least hints at being sorry for fucking with my balance? “PEARL, 80.. **LEAVES MY DOOR OPEN (pet peeve!)”.. alright.

Well, I suppose it is my fault. I do come home with ridiculous amounts of shopping bags. I do have a logo/monogram on practically everything in my purse. I do buy stuff off Amazon while bored in church. SO NOW WHAT.. I’ve created this illusion that I have all this money and all of a sudden my family thinks I’m grown up. We all have bills to pay though! The iPhone won’t perform all it’s functions on it’s own people!

Why people use the saying “I’M A GROWN ASS WOMAN!” is beyond me. I am not a grown ass woman, nor do I have any desire to be.

I'M A GROWN ASS WOMAN!

in all honesty...

Who do I have to sleep with to get that cape? Who's car do I have to jump in front of? Who's baby do I have to steal?

Oh, and I will be in NYC in oh, 16 days!