Clearly I'm not used to having money
Okay, self, you need to stop shopping. Just because you have money now doesn't mean you have to spend it.
I've been a scrooge my whole life, but in the last few months I've been like "fuck it, I'm ordering this and this aaaand thiiiiissss. How much does it cost? Doesn't even matter 'cause I'm gonna send most of this shit back. Oooh, I'll have this too!" and then when all the boxes turn up, I'm like "hmm...maybe I should stop buying stuff...fuck it, it's payday next week".
To be fair, I do send back most of what I buy, but that makes it even harder to keep track of how much I've spent. So, I might not even be spending as much as I think I am.
...I probably totally am, though.
It's just as well I have ridiculous boobs and an awkward shape. If I was two sizes smaller, I'd probably be skint all the time because I could fit into so many more nice things. Then again, if shopping was that easy, I probably wouldn't bother that much - I could afford to wait for things to be on sale or wait to buy a whole outfit instead of buying a pair of spectacular red jeans and scrambling to find a top, any top, to go with it. Damn it, I want a top to go with those jeans! And those boots. -_-
It doesn't help that my boss's boss has decreed that we can't dress scruffily any more, even though we're web people and, quite frankly, decently dressed for web people. It gives me too much of an excuse to shop, even though I still spitefully pick casual things, mentally crowing "fuck the police!".
Yeah...I need somebody to take my credit card away from me.
I've been a scrooge my whole life, but in the last few months I've been like "fuck it, I'm ordering this and this aaaand thiiiiissss. How much does it cost? Doesn't even matter 'cause I'm gonna send most of this shit back. Oooh, I'll have this too!" and then when all the boxes turn up, I'm like "hmm...maybe I should stop buying stuff...fuck it, it's payday next week".
To be fair, I do send back most of what I buy, but that makes it even harder to keep track of how much I've spent. So, I might not even be spending as much as I think I am.
...I probably totally am, though.
It's just as well I have ridiculous boobs and an awkward shape. If I was two sizes smaller, I'd probably be skint all the time because I could fit into so many more nice things. Then again, if shopping was that easy, I probably wouldn't bother that much - I could afford to wait for things to be on sale or wait to buy a whole outfit instead of buying a pair of spectacular red jeans and scrambling to find a top, any top, to go with it. Damn it, I want a top to go with those jeans! And those boots. -_-
It doesn't help that my boss's boss has decreed that we can't dress scruffily any more, even though we're web people and, quite frankly, decently dressed for web people. It gives me too much of an excuse to shop, even though I still spitefully pick casual things, mentally crowing "fuck the police!".
Yeah...I need somebody to take my credit card away from me.