My self control keeps bending to my will
Sigh. I wish I was rich. I wish I was beautiful. OR I wish that I had the self control to NOT spend spend spend and just pay off my VISA for pete's sake. Yeesh...ok, granted you only get to go to Victoria Secret once in a while and granted they don't have Bath and Body Works in Canada either, but still!
And did I really need to spend $25 American for dinner? NO!
Ack...well, despite my less than stellar blip of loss of self control, this trip has been good. The flight was fine. I backed up my computer before I left, I left the house clean, I changed the sheets on my bed. ...what more could I ask for?
Ok, well, I could ask for more self control, but really...you gotta let it go. Anyway, now I have Victoria Secret underwear and I smell really really good. That's something. And I'm gonna look good at this conference if it kills me. Which it might.
And did I really need to spend $25 American for dinner? NO!
Ack...well, despite my less than stellar blip of loss of self control, this trip has been good. The flight was fine. I backed up my computer before I left, I left the house clean, I changed the sheets on my bed. ...what more could I ask for?
Ok, well, I could ask for more self control, but really...you gotta let it go. Anyway, now I have Victoria Secret underwear and I smell really really good. That's something. And I'm gonna look good at this conference if it kills me. Which it might.
posted by Camel at 1:24 a.m.
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