So today is payday.....

And as I'm sure anyone who gets paid weekly/fortnightly will understand, the first day that money reaches your account (read, pocket) you feel stank rich and stupid. 

As I like to say (I said it once in front of people who liked it, so now I'm making it a thing):

It's payday. EVERYTHING is feasible. 

I haven't had a steady paying job since 2nd year when I waitressed on the side and nearly died of exhaustion from those ridiculous shifts. But the money cushioned the blow of my lack of 1st year bursaries. So, after 3rd and 4th year spent having no money of my own to invest in (read, blow on) my desperate and foolish love of clothes, shoes and shiny things - at times things I actually need, like an external hard drive [which may or may not also be shiny] - now I find it hard not to lose my senses once every two weeks.

The way I see it is....

This is the bank and my employers:

just throwing money at me really....

And this is me:

no choice but to accept the perks of steady employment,
forced to enjoy it while I can...

And then this is me in Ottawa as I try and fail to walk past Forever21:

I'm loathe to invest in my wardrobe, but who knows when I'll
be able to afford this much stuff again?

Today though, I stayed strong. Instead of F21 I took my business to Zara and Bluenotes.

Still ain't brought bought groceries for the week though. 

#SorryGwynne 

#WaterForDinDinz

#AbsolutelyShambolicPrioritiesButOneHellaNiceWardrobeSelection