tales from an ordinary world

2001-05-06

The long breakfast, upstairs, looking out the window at trams with ads and odd cars, and people - it's boot season again, it seems. If girls aren't wearing them, they're at least trying them on in the shop. Eggs Benedict, 3 coffees, 2 cigarettes and an orange juice later, it's time for some more guilt-inducing shopping, 2 new CDs and 2 second-hand CDs and 2 more Ben Sherman shirts and god I've spent too much this weekend make it stop what's wrong with me I need to save more money. I mean, I'm saving money too, but I can hear my parents' voices telling me it's not enough. I'm certainly not ready for the path of the house-"owning" bank slave but I'm aiming for it anyway, hoping that once I get there I'll be able to find a "better" path to take. Somehow. This is about as much future planning as I can manage right now.