Indian Summer

It's pretty hot out today, 84 degrees so far. I accomplished some stuff, new clothes, etc., I was in dire need. My clothing situation was looking very grunge, and not the kind that is on purpose. Being thrifty, I went to Old Navy and spent much less than I would have at another department store.

These people who work the kiosks at the malls need to stop doing cocaine or whatever it is that makes them act like raging psychos. This metrosexual kind of guy with a little ponytail on top of his head chased me down, literally, to try their bogus looking shady-euro makeup. I said no, thanks, and he gave me a card. So then once I walked away, he started yelling at me to give him back his card. I walked back, and was like, dude, what the hell is your problem. He goes, with his eyes wide and crazed, "I just want to show you my makeup!" I considered calling the mall concierge to complain. He was too crazy. Those people are usually annoying, but this guy was like, full on, wild eyed, psycho. Maybe he reached his breaking point being rejected by the passers-by all the time. I avoid that mall if I can help it, unless it's time to go back to Victoria's Secret.

I hate shopping. Truly loathe it. Back in college, when I had more money, I remember loving going to the Willow Brook Mall in Wayne, NJ, and spending probably anywhere from 700-800

at Bloomingdale's, Sephora, and sometimes on shoes. I probably spent about 2000 a month on clothing. For a college student, that's pretty ridiculous. And so naive I was to think that I would be able to find a job to support my habits, plus pay rent and bills, too. I can't even really think back on it without cringing. I could have used that money for a car, a down payment on apartment, medical stuff, dental stuff. I was in a horrible state of denial for so long, probably age

12 to age 22. Ten years of depression, denial, psychological decline. At least I'm still young. Whatever! Right? Who cares? Nervous breakdowns happen all the time! If that's what it even was. I don't like to put labels on things.

Something cute, furry, and happy to look at.