People. If ever there comes a day when I am confused about what perfume to buy, remind me of this: I like something called "Golden Delicious" by Donna Karan.
Today I bought the Jennifer Aniston fragrance though, which I also like a lot and have been wanting to buy for quite some time. So I thought heck. I'm incredibly worried about my finances and having a quarter-life crisis, NOW would be a great time to do that.
I also bought a really pretty dress from H&M and a skirt from Forever 21. ...And I ate at chipotle yesterday and chop't today...
Yes, I am a complete idiot.
I did buy groceries today though, and am planning to eat oatmeal and/or cereal for dinner all this week to make up for it. Or broccoli, which I already have.
...when I started this post, it was going to be about something.
One thing though, that is something that I legitimately hate that is a part of my everyday life is getting cat-called. SERIOUSLY men. SERIOUSLY.
I cannot walk the two fucking blocks to or from the subway without some asshole man saying "hey beautiful" or "good moooorning" or "hola" or staring at me like a horny fucktard or WHISTLING at me. GOOD GOD. I seriously just keep walking and don't even look at them. I cannot even. I should not feel like I have to walk around wearing a fucking paper bag in order to not be viewed as a sex object. I should not think to myself "Well I'll be getting back late tonight so I better not wear a dress or anything.. I should wear pants so I get less noticed." I should not have to be on the lookout for danger. I should not have to feel like this.
I know some women are amused by cat-calling and stuff, but I cannot stand it. I IMMEDIATELY assume a man is a pig if he does that.
Guh.
That is probably one of the top 5 ways to piss me off.
Anyway. My life is a giant disaster.
Good night.
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