all that is nothing

Living downtown has its obvious perks and irks. One of the irks being that its expensive as all fuck. I have recently considered just saying fuck it all, and moving back with my mom and blowing all my rent money on a Betsey Johnson evening gown. But I love my room, I like living with my new roommate (who is also my land lord. land mate. room lord.) and at 22, I think it's time I grow a pair and learn to be responsible with money and in general

I spend most of my free time fantasizing that money is not a problem, and waste my creativity dreaming up my ideal wardrobe on polyvore.

Oh, how I lust to be fabulous. and carefree. I have been feeling so frivolous since I moved out. I know this is caused by the fact that I am surrounded by temptation. I just need to remember that my bank account is not invincible. I don't know if polyvore is methadone or heroin.

  

I need to get off my lazy ass. Not that I will ever get my hands on a Jeremy Scott bag or anything.