THE MOMENT YOU REALIZE IT'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE
Moments ago I made myself a cup of tea. While standing at the microwave (yes, I know...bad tea girl!) waiting for my water to heat up, I noticed something I'd forgotten about. I have a cup of change on the microwave, and in that cup of change sat a Victoria's Secret gift card that I received for my birthday in October. I had forgotten about this card, though it's been in plain sight for quite some time. I got very excited about this revisited gift, and do you know what popped into my head?
Oh yay, pajamas!
Pajamas? What the fuck is my problem? The microwave beeped and as I put my Good Earth Sweet & Spicy tea bag in my mug, I wondered how I had gotten to this place in my life. I thought about why I hadn't used the card thus far. I remembered that at first I was saving it just in case a boy came into my life worth using the card for. As time went on, the card would catch my eye at times and I remember that I then told myself I should go and get some cute, dorky panties that I'm so fond of. You know, stupid pictures or obnoxious patterns...that type of thing. I was apparently in enough of a funk to hold that off at the time.
Now here I am seven months after receiving my Victoria's Secret gift card. I am apparently so settled in my single life, and finally at a point where I could care less if I'm alone or not, that my brain has now associated frickin' pajamas with Victoria's Secret.
I believe this has to be illegal in some way.
Oh yay, pajamas!
Pajamas? What the fuck is my problem? The microwave beeped and as I put my Good Earth Sweet & Spicy tea bag in my mug, I wondered how I had gotten to this place in my life. I thought about why I hadn't used the card thus far. I remembered that at first I was saving it just in case a boy came into my life worth using the card for. As time went on, the card would catch my eye at times and I remember that I then told myself I should go and get some cute, dorky panties that I'm so fond of. You know, stupid pictures or obnoxious patterns...that type of thing. I was apparently in enough of a funk to hold that off at the time.
Now here I am seven months after receiving my Victoria's Secret gift card. I am apparently so settled in my single life, and finally at a point where I could care less if I'm alone or not, that my brain has now associated frickin' pajamas with Victoria's Secret.
I believe this has to be illegal in some way.
