Previously . . . .

1) Had an argument with someone who is supposed to care about me a great deal. The argument was my fault.

2) Film crew in my office, still unsure what they were doing, just know that it interrupted my Facebook time.

3) Just ate a lot of bread, feeling rather sick.

4) Organised my social calendar around payday

5) Went to Asda to buy catfood Snickers stamps. Came back with bread party dip biscuits.


I'm so poor at the moment. I make my own lunch rather than spend £2.32 on a Boots meal deal; I turn down social occasions because the prospect of wasting £4 on a single glass of wine makes me want to cry. I'm rationing my petrol. Once that runs out, I'm going to have to walk the six mile round-trip to work. I've cut back on the amount of money I spend on food but now I've run out of things to economise on. Even paupers have to eat something, especially when they have to walk six miles in the dark whilst carrying their handmade lunch and crying because all their friends have stopped inviting them to things.

I don't mind being poor for a few months, because it throws into sharp relief how capitalistic I can be and also how ill-prepared I am for life. Today whilst dodging work I made this list of things which I suddenly want and cannot ever own:

!) Sexy and warm winter coat, such as I do not currently own: a cape, or maybe an impractically-sleeved trench coat?

") GHDs because I guess now I straighten my hair?

£) This t shirt because awwww.

$) Kick-ass camera. I want an enormous dSLR with interchangable lenses, but also a tiny tiny point-and-shoot for the nights out I can't afford.

At this point I stopped listing because I realised I didn't have enough spare paper to fully explore the limits of my greed.