I even ordered a t-shirt yesterday that was a little expensive, and I told myself that I would basically clean up the house some in exchange for the money to pay for it. But I found myself thinking that I wouldn't ask my dad for the money for it. If I don't do that, then it means that I've actually bought myself an expensive treat. Me. Spending money. On clothes. For myself. Sentence fragments. It's just totally unheard of, it really is. What's even weirder is that it's a My Little Pony shirt. I never in a million years thought I would buy one of those, even when I became a fan of the show. I was reminded of the shirt though, and found it, and even though the shirt cost 25 dollars, and the shipping was sixteen (for a grand total of about £26), I said to myself "fuck it, I deserve this" and bought it.
...I actually treated myself, I cleaned up for the sake of cleaning up, and I went for a walk for the sake of going on a walk...what the holy Hell has happened to me?
|This is the shirt by the way, and I fully plan to wear it|