No money left.

I’m sitting here in my skirt and high heels, running liner piling up in the oversized pores below my eyes, wondering what the hell the point is.

This outfit is completely non-functional. I especially realized this while tripping over an Ethernet cable on my way to the ware house. Now granted I do work in the front office, where I’m visible and need to look appropriate and blasé blasé blasé.

Wish I could be bag lady chic all the time. But my thighs touch when I walk so that goal is unobtainable.

A wonderful gourmet lunch today of a Macintosh apple, half a sandwich baggy full of “OG” goldfish, (“OG” stand for original gangsta too all of you non hip people out there), a lukewarm cup of coffee, some filtered water, and a bottle of Excedrin. Oh, and my last three American Spirits.

Can one force themselves to enjoy black coffee? Or is that something that can’t be trained. Personally if it isn’t loaded with cream, sugar, or those international delight creamers (mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm), I can’t drink it.

Must stop Ebay-ing. No money left. But I bought that pretty necklace!