Wednesday, Feb. 12, 2003 - 2:23 p.m.
For my four-hundredth Diaryland entry, I will write about indulgent consumerism.
Before I say anything, I should reiterate for anybody who doesn't know already that I am absolutely paranoid about my finances. If I'm ever worried about anything, it usually involves money. I will agonize for days over whether or not I'm going to buy a sweater I find on clearance at the mall. I never go to Kroger without my trusty Kroger Plus card (which has saved me about a hundred bucks since last year!).
Yet, I haven't written down a check or ATM card transaction in six years. It's fine, really.
So, last night's impromptu shopping spree with Alyssa was highly uncharacteristic. After hitting the laundromat, we drove out to Target, where I picked up the fabulous new John Mayer DVD (highly recommended, by the way). Not such a big monetary investment there, twelve bucks, I believe.
We followed that with dinner/breakfast at Waffle House (a pecan waffle, hash browns with cheese and onion, and a hot tea, please!) and a quick stop by Meijer where I made the most ridiculous impulse buy ever. I spent seventy-nine dollars (!) on the Six Feet Under season one box set!
Did I ride out to Hamburg Pavilion with Lyss with the intention of blowing a hundred bucks? Hardly. But, I saw the sexy black box sitting on the shelf, knew I wanted it, and bought it. As simple as that. And I felt no buyer's remorse.
So, on this, my four-hundredth entry, I am thankful for my newfound sense of spontaneity. Here's to four hundred more!
Also, remember yesterday, how I said somebody told me I sounded like Harvey Fierstein with my raspy, scratchy voice? Today, I have graduated to the level of "mid-adolescent boy." Good, I always wanted to go through puberty again. That was such a wonderful time, really.
Why do I feel all "funny" down there?
