fake yuppy's shrinking purse

I want to become a squirral. Squirrals are cute, harmless and swift escapers. I want to become a millionaire too, so that I'd have lots of $$ in my saving account and I can possess lots of high street fashion wear! This is really shallow. I know. I'd dream millions of noble possibilities of contributing my money, but right now, frowning at the 600RMB left in my bank account for the rest of the month, I just couldn't be bothered of being positive about money anymore. It is my basic instinct, cannot fight with it. Sometimes the idea of being a millionaire fights with which of the squirral and mostly it wins. It is a logical solution - screw the utopia, go for the feasible. Sadly true, now what I'm gonna do with my precious 600 RMB with 2 promising weekends in row? I should only eat nuts, nuts, nuts or nothing!