The continued adventures of being an addict

I realized that I need to do something about this coffee drinking I've been doing. A small "Wild" drink at Caribou comes to $4.12 a pop. While I can certainly afford to spend $4.12 a day on coffee, I feel pretty freaking bad about doing it. I decided yesterday that I'm going to start making my own candy-flavored coffee drinks at home on the cheap. I went to World Market to look at their flavored syrups, and I was quite disappointed with the selection. Really, no marshmallow? Peppermint but not plain old mint? I selected the Honey Vanilla, because it tasted somewhere between marshmallow and nougat in flavor. A few shots of that, some hot cocoa mix, and a cup of coffee made a pretty tasty beverage. Not quite Caribou quality, but hey, if I wanted Caribou quality I'd pay for it.

Mo' money, mo' problems

As of last month, I became a member of the "real world." I don't feel like I'm a full member, I think I'm more like a pledge. I have a good job, but I live with my parents and my car technically belongs to them, so my only expenses are gas and cell phone. On the bright side, having no bills means that I have heaping piles of cash dropped into my bank account. But you see, I like things. We are living in a material world, and I am a material girl. It would be so easy for me to burn through my week's pay on candy and fancy lattes. Last night, I realized that I could buy my boyfriend the flat screen TV he's been ogling for months with only one week's pay. So my life has become a constant struggle: allow myself to things, or save my money to buy things later. I wrote a little poem to express my feelings:

To buy or not to buy, that is the question,

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The time and waiting of saving a fortune,

Or to pay cash for a sea of goodies,

And by possessing go broke.

To save, to spend no more

'Tis a situation devoutly to be wish'd.