Poverty and the Single Girl...

I don't know who decided to let me out into the real world with my own credit card (two in fact), a vehicle, and the desire to spend, spend, spend. But it was a bad idea. They should put me back.

I decided to 'run a few errands' during my lunch break today. Sadly, for me 'run a few errands' really means 'vaguely spend as much money as possible'. Awesome.

I started off at Rita's Italian Ice, which has just opened it's doors for the season. This is a justifiable expense. Afterall, a chocolate Misto shake is well worth the $3.10 it costs, even though it is nearly impossible to eat the entire thing.

Mmmm...Misto shake...Rita's...

Afterwards I drove across the parking lot to the Vietnamese nail place to get a much needed pedicure. I could justify this expense as well: after all, I just ran a half marathon, and my feet/lower legs are atrocious. Were atrocious. Now they are smooth and there is no unecessary skin and my toe nails are a lovely Edin-burgundy.

Next, I drove down the street to Target, Mecca of Unecessary Shopping, to pick up 'The Sonoma Diet'. I can justify this purchase, too, I swear. And while I was there, I had to pick up a few things for my friend's birthday. And a pack of gum (the value of fresh breath must never be underestimated, plus chewing burns calories). And a bright, pink mini umbrella to fit in my purse, because I don't have an umbrella. Except for during a cold, rainy trip to England my junior year of college, I've never had an umbrella, but I'm an adult now, and I figure I should have one. It might rain. On a day that I actually care what my hair looks like. It might.

So, okay, I can justify every single purchase I made. Because that's how I live my life: I make dubious choices and then try to make them feel okay in my head. I'm fine with everything I bought. I am NOT fine with the fact that I just spent about sixty dollars during my lunch break. I don't have sixty dollars! I have a credit card.

Ooh, I was going to write more about my horrid spending habits and my new ideas about dieting, however, my cousin just called and we're going to move my futon NOW. Ah! I am in a skirt and heels. Gotta go.