Your Goddess is back in college, obtaining yet another degree. You heard me correctly little wallet, not only am I intoxicatingly hot but I'm also smart. You can't say no to me, my body draws in you, my words cut deeply. I bet telling you this brings back memories, doesn't it? You getting picked on by the hot brat you follow around.. except I don't want your lunch money. I want your 401k. I wan't all your credit cards. I want you broke, living dollar to dollar to fund my education. Guilt? There's nothing to feel guilty about, you're paying my tuition, you're putting your money to good use.