Watching Sex and the City has awoken evil thoughts in me - i am now (once again) a full-blown label whore.
Have been (as usual) depressed over (the usual) stuff and resorted to shopping with no control. I’ve got stuff i never actually will use and stuff i didnt really want but just accumulated them anyway cos i somehow deluded myself that purchasing them will boost my self-esteem. Predictably, i am now still as depressed and back on the slippery slope to broke-ville.
I also bought stuff to help turn me into a better person - somehow i know they will not be put to much use thou.
I should nevertheless give myself some credit for not splurging at Lord Voldemort’s abode despite the temptation :)