Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Rental gifts

Been in bed all day with a cold. I think I caught it from the carrot juice I bought at the fruit stand. I started this new detox kick and stopped eating diary products and white sugar. It lasted a couple of days before I joined the claque for a bagels brunch at H&H.

The rental units ordered three books from Amazon that arrived today. One is called the Millionarie Next Door by Thomas J. Stanley, William D. Danko, the second is The 9 Steps to Financial Freedom and the third is called Feminine Force by Georgette Mosbacher.

I called Mom to thank her. She told me that Millionaire Next Door was Dad's recommendation. Mom started watching Suze Orman on CNBC and felt 9 Steps to Financial Freedom would be a good start. Mom is a diehard Democrat and was entertaining the idea of moving to Canada when Bush won but although Georgette is a hardcore Republican she liked the fact Georgette was a self made woman. She said hoped I would read these books and learn from them. I promised her I would. She was glad I was taking this seriously. She told me if I had any questions to let her know. We made plans for lunch next week.


10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

thrilling.

7:03 PM  
Blogger J.Green said...

Mannnn your postesses are getting boringer and boringer. Don't fail me now princess, my mother says I must find a wife, and you're starting to disapoint.

http://applesandbanoonoos.blogspot.com/

11:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

PP, do you EVER have an actual DATE? With a MAN?
Do you ever WISH you had a man?
I see no evidence of it.
Seems you only get turned on by shopping, ice cream, your own silly snobbery, and VD.
You are passionless, empty, chubby and dateless.
Sad.

7:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just wasted forty-five minutes of my life reading some of your back entries. I can never get those forty-five minutes back.

You are a pathetic liar. Obviously, you are stealing bits and pieces of peoples' lives from gossip columns, magazines, and "novels" such as GOSSIP GIRL and THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. At the very best, you are a scholarship student at Trinity who feels inadequate and unpopular, so you need to feel "cool" on the internet (good job) by posting this fake life. At worst, you are a chunky ninth-grader from Wyoming who dreams of being Paris Hilton, Jessica Simpson, or someone else "really cool" like that.

I am a creative writing major and honestly, I have to say that, in my nearly professional opinion, you have the creativity of my Adidas duffel bag. Furthermore, why the hell would you cut out dairy products? It is a proven fact that drinking milk reduces weight around the middle. Trust me: I'm 110 pounds and 5'8. I drink milk like its going out of style. You've also probably tried and failed at Atkins, South Beach, and whatever the hell else. NEWSFLASH: FAD DIETS DO NOT WORK. EATING CORRECTLY AND EXERCISING DOES. Also, if you are really such a "Prada Princess", why are you on Jenny Craig? Shouldn't mum and dad be hiring you private trainers and nutritionists? Or, even more likely, why haven't you joined the "Finger Down Your Throat" club?

I highly doubt that you are yet pursuing higher education, but I have a feeling that once you do (at whatever podunk excuse for a school accepts you with your fourth-grade writing skills), you will be the girl who is rejected from every sorority and subsequently spends all of your time on The Facebook, listing as friends all of the people in high school who hated you in a last-ditch effort to feel popular.

You're not impressing anyone. Try being real.

12:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL

3:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, at least the comments are getting interesting, if nothing else.
I wasn't going to be the first to say it, but I've thought all along that Princess must be butt ugly. Not that it matters or anything, but you can just tell - whether the stories are fake or not - that she is not definitely attractive.

7:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jesus, Ms. I'm a Creative Writer Pants, she said DIARY products, not dairy- can't you read ? Heheh...
Oh well, I suppose it's always fun when the token person who can't control their temper comes along, and we have definitely been lacking in that category. Those people are always "real".

7:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ever notice how around 95% of the people who post on this blog call themselves "Anonymous"? It's obvious we are all ashamed to let the world know who it is reading this shit. hahaha

9:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I didn't even realize that I *could post as anything other than anonymous, seeing as how I don't have a blogger account. From here on, I will be formally known as "Other".

10:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just re-read what I wrote earlier while still drunk from last night...

Damn, I'm funny.

I suppose I could try to justify myself and prove that I am "real", but my "give a damn" is busted.

Christ on a bike, this girl is so much more difficult to take seriously when I am sober. You know who would have a field day with this girl? Tucker Max. Speaking of, if you don't read his message board threads, start here with PradaPrincess's soulmate:
http://messageboard.tuckermax.com/showthread.php?t=1420
or
http://messageboard.tuckermax.com/showthread.php?t=1414

-Miss Creative Writing Pants

10:23 PM  

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