confessions of a poor college girl's bank account.

Aug 22, 2007 10:14

Geezus H. Christ. I want to rip though my whole wordrobe, set it on flames, and watch the ashes turn into dollar bills. I want new, I want more spring dresses, cocktail dresses, any event dresses, cashmere sweaters, botique sweaters, capris, designer jeans, graphic shirts, jackets, and skirts. I want it all with more money to blow than a elephant on a scorching summer day.

I am just itching to finally make enough money to afford a new closet. LE SIIIGGHHH, as if this was not torture enough. For the next few years I will be pinching to every penny so that one day i'll be able to go hogwild on some clothes that i will finally like. I've never exactly loved anything that I owned, aside from a few dresses and a few select items. If i could live a dream I would travel to every cosmopolitan city in the world, raid their racks and leave with a trail of designer fragrance behind. Okay, maybe not that dramatic or snotty, but it would be nice to wear things that I like, and that fit me. Only in a barbie dream world right? I don't want to have diana's look (no offense you are lovely!), and I don't want to have miss heiress with a bobble head's look, or whoever... I want to wear things that I actually adore, and not what passes my fancy from moment-to-moment. I want to be a normal girl and care about what I own.

haha, for once i want to go shopping and not feel bad about what i buy.
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