It makes the world go round.

I, Jennifer Miller, hereby promise not to buy unnecessary shit for the next two to three months.

I am making an active effort, really I am. I'm well stocked on shoes of all shapes and sizes, and buying more clothes at this point would only be stupid because I intend to lose at least a little bit of weight before my birthday. I'm trying to set realistic goals, here.

I got my last pair of shoes in the mail today. They were cheap, mind you, but I feel guilty nonetheless. I put them away immediately and threw away all evidence of having ever received a package... I feel like the housewife that hides all her purchases from the breadwinning husband. WTF, I am the one that works here. But I shouldn't be wasting my money this way. I'm finished, I promise. No more impulse buys.

My feet stink, but I'm in a good mood. I best soak it up.

Hey baby, let's get away...

Stagnation sucks hairy cock.

I don't like feeling like this and not being able to do anything about it. It's the same goddamn thing every week. Monday. Work. Wednesday. Almost there. Friday. Nothing to do. Monday. Work... I can expect the same shit every week. There's no uncertainty, there's no element of surprise. And I have nothing I care passionately about to occupy my time. What a fucked situation.

Lately I've been eBaying far to much. Maybe I can start an eBay store and sell cheapy shit from Chinatown, Japantown and other various City locations for higher prices on eBay. Out-of-state/country people will think that little trinkets from this city are novel.

But I don't know what else to do. Nobody has time for me anymore.

Ah, to hell with it. There are far worse things in this world than boredom.