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what am i going to do.....

....with $150,00?! yeah that's right....so i happen to land this account at work....$$300,000+. I'm still not sure what to think of this....but its true. i got the account, but since its such a huge account i have had to split it with a prim. rep. its better than nothing. i mean O M G! i knew this job had potential to make tons of money, but i didn't know just how much. i cant wrap my brain around how much money this actually is! i have never in my entire life had this much money at one time EVER! after this account i don't think ill go back to work for while..no im totally kidding. of course ill keep working! ill be driving my caddy any day now along with sportin my new boobs! im so excited! although...my chest has kind of grown on its own. i might not need it...but back to the money.....what does one do with this kind of money? pay bills, buy a car, take a vacation, new wardrobe, all new shoes, purses....one might invest....put it into savings....but......we all know who we're talking about here...me, little ol' maricel. who i might add....sucks with money. but thank goodness i have a handle on my finances finally!  so now it just a matter of what can i do to make sure i dont go and waste all my money. i dont go out anymore, i dont drink during the week anymore, i hate shopping because im in the process of losing more weight...so looks like im going to pay off my piece of crap car and get my caddy! hell yeah! oh yeah and pay bills.....how lame is that!? maybe ill take a lil vacation....anyone down for vegas for my birthday?! 




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