I made up my mind in a single moment, and suddenly, I brought back the bang.
I spoil myself.
Every other week or so I get sucked into promo-code shopping sprees at sephora.com where I spend min $50 to save on shipping. I guess it’s not really a problem, per se, seeing as how I have a steady income. Nevertheless, my guilty conscious forces me to confess my bourgie taste in cosmetic products to the internet. I’m so not punk, its embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as a poorly written zine on the social implications of menstruation or some such shit. AND my Anthropology chess set is still on backorder. When will I start living life free of material frills and thrills? One might start to think I am a proud supporter of capitalism….though, I don’t believe most people’s stated hatred for it. I think we’re all guilty of buying into it. Please tell me I’m not the only one…
A new vintage wallpaper inspired yarn bag for travel. I don’t know about the handle, but the rest is lovely.
This shit is mine! So psyched.
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