maturity, thy name isn't me
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impyShhh. Tell no one. I have money. Not a lot, and certainly not a lot once next weekend comes and I buy Cass her present (because AG dolls are not cheap, even if it's pretty much her birthday + Christmas present) but still. Money. Just sitting there in the bank, waiting for me to grow up and no longer see it as a requirement that it should be spent. :P
Which, naturally, means I want to spend it. I was doing so well until last night. But today I've been eying all kinds of cute stuff and thinking, "Well... maybe," as another part of me, the mature part, smacks me with a ruler and says, "For fuck's sake, grow up! NO COOKIE FOR YOU."
Luckily, it's all cartoon violence. And no, I'll probably be good at least til next weekend, unless I go to Kmart and hell has frozen and there are MS dolls there. And then, well... you do not spit in the eye of the dolly gods when they finally shine upon you. Speaking of the MS line, I've got to say I'm awfully happy that the Hangout didn't implode during August. As one of those people who doesn't do well just ooohing and ahhhing over things other people have managed to acquire (and I know I could do the same but anytime I'm about to cave, things come up) so once the net connection went wonky... I stayed away. Because the Hangout brings on two reactions. 1) Mind searing pain when people break out the drama or 2) a giant case of the Gimmes. And I couldn't afford either.
Maturity isn't exactly my strong suit at all times. Go figure, huh?
Dear Future Self:
You need a new mattress. You need two, actually, since you refuse to give up the most awesome daybed in the history of such things. Fair enough. But mostly you need at least one mattress because otherwise you are going to end up crippled and that will be no fun for anyone.
You also need a new pillow or three.
Sheets would be good, although this should come after the new mattress and the pillows unless you find more of your most favorite sheets EVER. Those are always allowed, though you shouldn't get another black set unless it's a fabulous price. You've got two, after all. Brown, pink, and purple are also well represented. Good job, past self, on picking colors that actually do work rather well.
Before new sheets, unless you get a set, you need a new quilt/comforter. Really. You do. The one you've got now is on its last legs. Bunches in places and is starting to pill and we won't speak of how you managed to kill the pretty colors because, well, it lived a good, long life.
Towels! Especially one for the floor in front of the shower. Get on this, ASAP.
See? You have more pressing concerns than shiny toys or even shiny books. Speaking of which, go look for that mythical tall, relatively skinny bookcase. Now.
Which, naturally, means I want to spend it. I was doing so well until last night. But today I've been eying all kinds of cute stuff and thinking, "Well... maybe," as another part of me, the mature part, smacks me with a ruler and says, "For fuck's sake, grow up! NO COOKIE FOR YOU."
Luckily, it's all cartoon violence. And no, I'll probably be good at least til next weekend, unless I go to Kmart and hell has frozen and there are MS dolls there. And then, well... you do not spit in the eye of the dolly gods when they finally shine upon you. Speaking of the MS line, I've got to say I'm awfully happy that the Hangout didn't implode during August. As one of those people who doesn't do well just ooohing and ahhhing over things other people have managed to acquire (and I know I could do the same but anytime I'm about to cave, things come up) so once the net connection went wonky... I stayed away. Because the Hangout brings on two reactions. 1) Mind searing pain when people break out the drama or 2) a giant case of the Gimmes. And I couldn't afford either.
Maturity isn't exactly my strong suit at all times. Go figure, huh?
Dear Future Self:
You need a new mattress. You need two, actually, since you refuse to give up the most awesome daybed in the history of such things. Fair enough. But mostly you need at least one mattress because otherwise you are going to end up crippled and that will be no fun for anyone.
You also need a new pillow or three.
Sheets would be good, although this should come after the new mattress and the pillows unless you find more of your most favorite sheets EVER. Those are always allowed, though you shouldn't get another black set unless it's a fabulous price. You've got two, after all. Brown, pink, and purple are also well represented. Good job, past self, on picking colors that actually do work rather well.
Before new sheets, unless you get a set, you need a new quilt/comforter. Really. You do. The one you've got now is on its last legs. Bunches in places and is starting to pill and we won't speak of how you managed to kill the pretty colors because, well, it lived a good, long life.
Towels! Especially one for the floor in front of the shower. Get on this, ASAP.
See? You have more pressing concerns than shiny toys or even shiny books. Speaking of which, go look for that mythical tall, relatively skinny bookcase. Now.
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Date: 2009-09-07 08:16 am (UTC)*muah* ghosty4@hotmail.com