ECONOMIC STR(L)IFE

Figuring out which direction to go is so awesome that it sucks something awful.  There are so many conditions in which to factor.  I feel like a professional trader-off'er.  I miss Europe so much, for so many reasons.  Pops always told me to marry rich (probably told me that for the first time when I was 7 or 8).  Allow me to complete this foreshadowed cliche: I always fall for the dirt poor.  Girlies, yobs, my love for rice and produce markets--there's something about things with meager amounts of money invested or involved in which I can never get enough.  I'm drawn to blanketing care and a far-fetched level of passion; and as the unspoken law of nature goes: money is all but present in such scenarios.  Maybe not always.

I'm following the money this time.  I'm not all that happy about it--not because I'm selling out, but rather for what I will intrinsically miss.  Asia's just a different sort of chick.  She's cold and impersonal. But the money is there, and perhaps said money will catalyze warming.