- Bridesmaids (2011).
Accepting donations now.
My bank account is barren. Last week I was genuinely afraid to check it, you've all been there so don't judge me, that feeling in the pit of your stomach...
'I should not have bought those heels. I should take them back, that would be the sensible thing to do.'
Except I won't, and I never will. And I'll probably only wear them once, fall and nearly break my neck and relegate them to 'just look pretty on the shelf' ... £50 well spent, Mags. CRY.
Also, how have I been working all the hours under the sun and I'm STILL POOR? Oh yeah. The shoes. I'm starting to think I might have a genuine addiction to buying things I don't need - including a bottle of shiraz after work. Or before work, whats the difference, really? I jest!
As a result of my pathetic bank balance, my social life is also in the midst of dying a horrific death. Basically I spend my evenings huddled up in my dalmation onesie wasting hours on Netflix.
That is, my ex boyfriends Netflix. He left it logged in on my laptop and I’ve been able to access it for a good 6 months now. His Facebook now shows he’s watched ‘The Proposal’, ‘Clueless’, ‘Eat Pray Love’ and a myriad of other similar flicks. Heh, heh, heh... devious.
What am I going to do with my life when he clicks on and cuts me off? Get an actual life? I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Or that I can afford it.