Irritated, sweaty, bored, and broke
I've lost track of my days, I thought today was Saturday. And last Monday I thought it was Friday. Sheesh. Jun said EVERYDAY is a weekend for me since I've quit my job...I guess he's right.
I've been shopping waaaaay too much that it's disgusting. I don't know, I may just have lost all control of my spending habits. I just can't stop. And what's stupid is I DON'T EVEN HAVE A FREAKIN' JOB! I will be in debt way beyond my death.
I start my new job very soon. I kind of wish I didn't have to go back to work. But this time around, it's mandatory. I'm having nightmares about my credit card bills. Whoever invented credit cards definitely had women in mind. I don't know of any guys who have a shopping problem.
Jun and I are stable again. He hasn't been getting on my nerves as much as before. I guess also because he just keeps quiet whenever I whip out my credit cards for shopping. I know it doesn't help that he no longer bickers at me for spending too much, but it really does show me that all he wants is for me to be happy and in turn, I can see just how much he cares regardless of all the stupid fights we've had. But hey, it's not like I nag at him for his golfing expenses! If anything, that's more expensive than my shopping! This week alone he has spent roughly around $200.00 on golf. Okay no wait, I just spent $200.00 at the mall yesterday, $80.00 the day before that, and another $100.00 online today, that's...umm...err...fine. I lose.
But whatever. I'm happy. He's happy. Although now we're broke. Ah who cares, as long as we're happy.
Bat Foy (Jun) has gotten really dark. That's what you get for spending six hours at the beach with zero sunblock.
Taken literally 10 minutes ago. It's so hot in this house. I wanna walk around in my underwear, but the last time I did that Jun came home with one of his buddies who needed to use the washroom. I screamed like a mother, not because his friend saw me in my bra and panties, but because Jun was so shocked to see me practically nekkid with his buddy standing there that he ended up tackling me to the ground to get me covered up. Yeh, a 200 pound body slamming me to the ground...like that didn't hurt.