Needing Therapy for Retail Therapy

Over the weekend I headed back to Queens for my sibs' birthdays. On his birthday, Christopher told me that he misses my dad and my heart sunk into my stomach. Towards the end of the night we found Christopher's black DS, the DS that my dad bought for Christopher last summer, and I told him that it was a gift from his didi in heaven.
So I'm back on campus now and I finally have a laptop. It's not a good thing. I'm constantly window-shopping via the internet and I'm flat-broke. I'm going to have to find a job tomorrow, amongst a huge number of errands I have to run, so I can buy all the shit I need. I'm kind of obsessed with Hellz Bellz and MTTM at the moment, but we know that will last for a week. I love the hints of female empowerment behind the tees, and I love Lanie's POV's! So I'm adding all these new "fresh to death" blogs on my google reader and during the process I realized that I have a million blogs that I never read. Since I'm trying to lead this NCO life, I had to delete 75% of my blogs. I narrowed it down to blogs that have high-quality photos and high-quality fashion. Although, these blogs don't really have text... and I'm going to miss reading the average bloggers' daily findings/stories/etc. But I'm getting older and it's time to put that petty bullshit aside. Darn.





(I'm still keeping Fops and Dandies, in case she ever comes back to the blogging world from damn Chicago.)