I have a pretty wicked wardrobe considering my slightly deformed legs and massively curved spine. I have sleeveless tops in every color, shape and pattern, along with all the off-the-shoulder items hiding in my drawers, and I rarely ever wear jeans.
I behold the tendency to purchase things I don’t really need. Nine times out of ten, I would buy the prettier box of tissues even if it was way more expensive, because the prettier box would better complement my princess-bed.
This weekend, I spent a ridiculous amount of money on sh** that I don’t actually need. I went out with the intention to buy shoes, but came home with this:
-Two fancily decorated boxes to store my never-ending collection of undergarments.
-The fifteenth member of my sleeveless top collection.
-The cutest polka-dotted pajama pants that I’m clearly not going to sleep in.
-The cutest necklace of life itself.
-A block of pink and white sticky-notes that are really prettily decorated and 10 x more expensive than post-its.
-Really pretty cards to write for people in case I should get bored with life.
-Lingerie with polka-dots that I was hoping to wear as a top, but soon realized how silly and unclassy that is.
Today, while roaming around at the mall, I came to the swift realization that I hadn’t bought shoes. If you want access to a little secret, my feet aren’t normal-sized, and I’ve spent the last X years hunting for decent-looking-kids-sized-shoes.
Today, I was rolling around in this one store when I spotted these sexy-ass shoes with heels so high that probably my normal friends wouldn’t even buy them. But then I shockingly discovered that it’s not like I’d have to walk in them anyway, so all of a sudden, in the name of sugar-geese, I bought myself a pair of high-heels and my heart became invaded by warm and fuzzy feelings.
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