I'm an evil, evil girl.

Well you might as well know how terrible I am.

After spending a few days cooped up in the house recovering from my stupid back incident I craved some fun, fun. (And why did that back thing happen? I haven't lifted any baby elephants lately; did make a crazy interpretaive dance vidoe to Yoko Ono's "Give Me Something") Kristine had called on Sunday and we made plans to suck down some java today, but tragically a water main broke downtown and our wonderful cr*ck dealer was closed for repairs. Sigh. Rain check. That's good. It's a few times a week visit to Due Gattis that is fueling my intense writing jag. Quickest 80 pages I've ever done. Normally I write like, uh, forty pages A YEAR of a single storyline. Now where would that have got Dickens, I ask you? We longwinded ones need to be speedy. And I wouldn't mind being a rockstar book writer like Neil Gaiman.

Ohk. So I ended up going to the Capitol with Luke for his music class. I hung out in the library reading a very bad book. Then we met up with Matthew to gas up his car (Carly Warly, people either name their cars or don't. I don't) After I ventured that we should go to the mall our road was clear and we ended up at Bergner's and then Famous B, looking at handbags. There was an awesome bag I wanted to show them. As we were picking through bags at Famous B I was struck by "Wow, I have the best brothers in the world. So secure in their maleness that they do not mind, even enjoy and point out to me, handbags! God bless them!" This is why I'm not a man-hater. I had lots of great male friends and relatives growing up. Thank you God! Women, now I had to work on that one. . .

Long story short, or long story longer I came across a FABULOUS 1920's style black and white flapper hat, on sale. Oh how I swooned. And I thought. ARGH! Why don't I have any money. Then I grabbed it anyway. At the register the cashier begged me to open a credit account, hinting around that she hadn't met her quota and had to open an account today (or perhaps be sentenced to death). I opened the stupid account and then thought. What the he** I'll just buy that bag too, if it's on sale. It was over $20 off and so now I have this black 40's style handbag that opens like an old-fashioned doctor bag.

After a dinner at Olive Garden with Dad (thankfully they have plain grilled salmon now, thank you stupid Atkins diet) we repaired in the California Zephyr (Luke's car) to Barnes and Noble where I shamelessly bought Jeremy a book and a book for myself too. Well, at least we can squeak by and pay our car payment. . .

Today really made me so deliriously happy. See how bad I am. Buying something expensive makes me happy. What a hedonist. Oh well. At least I don't want to kill myself! Bright side!

Hopefully Jeremy will get a REAL job VERY SOON! In style this season is High Victorian Dark Romantic GOTH clothing. It's everywhere.

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