Shoes, shoes, and more shoes.
How many more pairs must I buy before I have had enough?
I just bought 11 pairs today. I don't know how I'm going to lug them all home later, without my mom noticing them.
Absolutely good deals, they were, though. My best buy: a girly pinkish-magenta Air Jordans for myself. How cool is that? How could I have resisted that?
Still, the guilt runs high.
What a way to start off a work week.
The entire day was spent away from my desk and all incoming emails - packing samples, preparing samples, moving cartons, running the sale, playing cashier. It was almost as good as a day's workout at Fitness First.
What a way, too, to start off a week - by spending almost five hundred bucks in one single transaction.
This is totally unplanned for.
I can perhaps forget about my bonus-reward. Sigh.
I still don't know how much bonus I am about to get.
I brought the man to Purvis this evening. Just so to appease my free-internet-provider.
It's only Monday. I wonder how many days I'll see her this week.
I think I'm going to start advertising her cafe on her behalf; the lady-boss has offered me her free parking space at the back of the shop, if I cannot find any available lot out front. She's making me feel more guilty.
Weird. I'm feeling weird.
Guilty and weird. How more awful can one feel?
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