I need to make money-money, make money-money. 1. I’m broke. I put my entire savings in my checking account to cover my bills while I was dealing with Traci’s wedding. You all know that already; it’s old news. But now I need to make money. 2. My mom has signed herself up for a community yard sale on August 8. She got a ‘booth,’ which is really just a table under a pavilion, and she’s going to sell the shit out of a bunch her stuff. She also invited me to join her. Well, to help her, but I can also sell stuff. So I’m rounding up a bunch of shi—stuff I don’t want or need anymore. I have an entire bedroom full of stuff at my parents’ house still, plus random-ass knick-a-knacks at my new house. Things I don’t recognize, things I don’t want, things I’ll never miss = all money I could definitely use. 3. I took some head shots of my friend Michelle yesterday for a little extra cash. I’m not going to charge her much because she’s a friend – my dad says that’ll be my biggest downfall. I befriend...