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Ugh. I feel like a little kid on the verge of a tantrum. I want the beautiful impractical apartment downtown! I want new clothes so I can stop looking like a hobo*! I want the Sims 3! I want to have a wedding! I want to eat cupcakes!
Oh wait, I just ate a cupcake, because the super sweet impractical apartment is A BLOCK AWAY FROM SAINT CUPCAKES.
Goddamn it.
*I promise I'm not really exaggerating that much. All of my clothes have either stretched out of shape or developed holes or both. I bought a lot of sweaters for work, which was great and all, but now I don't have any decent t-shirts and I no longer NEED to wear sweaters to work, so it's a problem. And now, I'm poor. I think I need to go to forever21, and buy whatever they have for $5, but I don't want to go to the mall. Ack.
Oh wait, I just ate a cupcake, because the super sweet impractical apartment is A BLOCK AWAY FROM SAINT CUPCAKES.
Goddamn it.
*I promise I'm not really exaggerating that much. All of my clothes have either stretched out of shape or developed holes or both. I bought a lot of sweaters for work, which was great and all, but now I don't have any decent t-shirts and I no longer NEED to wear sweaters to work, so it's a problem. And now, I'm poor. I think I need to go to forever21, and buy whatever they have for $5, but I don't want to go to the mall. Ack.