Magenta Push-Up Bra

Update on Gangster's Paradise: Apparently I'm not the only one over thinking the situation. He called after only 3 days. (We usually go like 2 months between calls.) I couldn't talk, ( I was at my parents, who were needless to say less than pleased to find out I'm still speaking to him.) He says he "needs" to talk to me and he will get ahold of me as soon as he can. So clearly I'm freaking out. I'm not allowed to call him because the Prom Queen will flip out. I'm sorry. Allowed? What the fuck is that about? I can't eat, I can't sleep. All I do is wonder what he is gonna say. He's leaving Prom Queen? He wants me back? or He never wants to speak to me again? He doesn't love me anymore? GOD DAMMIT! I'm waaay too emotionally unstable to deal with this right now. I still love him. I'm not gonna lie, if he wants me back, I'm all his. I just wish he would fucking CALL ALREADY!

Setting: Findlay Village Mall
Offense: Retail Therapy
I know, I know. Shopping isn't the answer. But that adorable bright magenta push-up bra at Victoria Secret did make me feel better. Isn't that what therapy is all about? The above update has me freaking. (For obvious reasons.) I needed a graduation present and a birthday present. So I had legitimate reasons for going shopping in the first place. Is it my fault that I found a new push-up bra, 3 fabulous new shirts (2 for work, 1 for play), and a new pair of black patent leather pumps. I'm worth it got dammit! There is just something about putting on new clothes and walking a little bit taller and feeling a little bit better. Who can resist? (My bank account seems to be under qualified to be giving out too much more "advice" though.) Is there truly anything wrong with filling up the empty space we all have inside with some high quality items? Sadly, this is a problem. People go to actually therapy so they can stop all the spending in Retail Therapy. A thought. I don't foresee me giving up my shopping habit anytime soon though.