Thursday, April 25, 2013

Stress Substitution

I have completely and royally fucked my budget up the ass.

Sorry for the graphic language, guys. But I mean, really. REALLY. There's no other way to put it, when I look at the negative numbers in some of my categories.

The sad and simple truth: I have a shopping problem.

It's just...I need SOME SORT OF COMFORT.

I can't eat my feelings anymore. 

And I'm not dating, or having sex. 

So what does that leave when I'm sad or stressed or seething?


Maxi skirts and workout tanks and a necklace and a sweater and a jacket and music. OH MY.

Oh myyyy.

If I keep myself from shopping, GOD ONLY KNOWS what habit I might pick up next. Meth. Drag racing.

Or something even worse.

Something healthy.

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