In search of an heir

A downside of enjoying traveling and the finer (read more expensive) things in life is the cost. Since I opened my very first bank account, not counting the dollarmites account that I put $2 per week in, but had no access to, I've been big on spending. You know it's bad when at your 21st instead of starting with stories of stupid drunken antics, or the obligatory "I've known Miss Pomegranate since..." your friends start their speech to the brassy sounds of "Hey Big Spender".

Oscar Wilde once said that anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination. From that rationale, anyone could tell from my credit card statement that I'm clearly gifted in the imagination department. Unfortunately all of this living beyond one's means can only end in one of three ways: death, bankruptcy, or living frugally until the debt is repayed and someone is stupid enough to allow you to clock up a new one. With the options of death and bankruptcy not being particularly appealing, I've opted for debt repayment and am now desperately flinging money into the black hole of debt that I've been very steadily digging since the day I got that very first credit card (to pay for accommodation that I conveniently forgot I would have to pay for when I booked the $1 virgin flights to get me there and back). I'm hoping that if I throw it fervourently enough I might actually plug the hole at the bottom, much like the drains in my house when you turn the tap on fast enough and the sink fills up with water.*

In the meantime, I've come up with another potential out. All I need to do is marry an heir and become an heiress. So if anyone knows of an heir looking for his heiress, please pass on my contacts. I'd do a much better job than Paris, I'm far classier, and I have a whole lot more imagination.

*fast enough being slightly faster than a trickle.