I need to buy new clothes. Like everything.
When I was working for the casino, I would buy a lot of clothes and books and movies and things. I spent so much money, but I stockpiled all the things I never had before and that I have now.
Seriously, when you start out with virtually nothing–just one suitcase to your name–you spend the first year just trying to bring yourself to a liveable standard. And of course, right in the middle of all that, I had my nephew living with me and he needed *everything.* He literally only had the clothes he was wearing.
Now though, I find myself needing a shopping spree once again. I’ve been rotating through my giant box of clothes, but eveything has writing on it. My terrible sense of humor is on full display and I feel like I’m to the point of wanting Grown Up clothes.
I wish that when I was blowing all that money I’d thought ahead and gotten a few responsible outfits. But if I’m wishing for impossible things, I wish I would have married a millionaire or won the lottery.
I just have to deal with the reality in front of me. Please excuse me as I grab my rose-colored glasses.
