too much of...

i have to be honest, and the internet seemed to be the perfect place to open my soul. there's something in the nature of the internet that seems to make you just want to tell those black, dark and deep secrets. and the honest truth is; i splurged again yesterday, gave into temptation and bought another pair of shoes. instantly feeling better about letting that go, the guilt is diminishing as i write. so i think the only logical thing to do in my situation, is to fully and openly accept my shoe fetish and indulge in the wonder that is shopping. i think im getting well used to this salaried lifestyle, and it supports all my addictions; the internet, shoes and my desperate need for continuing bowls of pronutro.

i cant believe its the best long weekend in the annual calendar and i am home working and have no plans to GET OUT OF TOWN. jesus i take back all that i just said about that salary; there's a high price to pay for that thing. so instead of going to music festivals with friends, jozi with others, or organising to go away somewhere exotic, i am staying at home, finishing belated work, aiming to reach deadlines next week, and gorging my sorrows and depression on cheap woolies wine, and easter eggs.

sounds awesome| think i live too much of a || rock star life