sigh, self, sigh

I recently fell in love with some boots. Because I am the sort of person who always falls for the $$$ version of anything (seriously, when I was 13 my mother got me post-it notes that read "I have the simplest of tastes. I only want the best."), the boots I fell in love with are $332 Frye boots. These, to be specific. http://www.zappos.com/frye-veronica-slouch-cranberry?zlfid=111 Perhaps in saddle. (Side note: the people posting reviews mentioning that they've just bought their THIRD PAIR of $300 boots - I own a house and you don't, nyah nyah!)

On Sunday I had the bright idea that if I put $5 in an envelope every week, saved by the dint of not buying any vending machine candy or Jittery Joe's treats at work, I could buy myself the boots for Christmas 2010!

On Monday, I bought a $1 Three Musketeers. Just now I bought a $2.50 chocolate chip muffin. Sigh.

(ION, this week is TOO COMPLICATED. I want to call it off and come back next week.)

I went there

I am, civilly, arguing about entitlements with the man who was my best friend when we were 5. On Facebook.

I think I'm winning, because it's hard to argue that children should go hungry.

Thank god I didn't grow up and marry him, which was my plan as a 5 year old. I think he is arguing from passion and genuinely held belief (unlike one of his friends, who is codedly race-baiting - welfare queens are so 1985!), but hes so detached from reality! Also, aside from his libertarian thing - he lives in New Hampshire - he's not very attractive. Phew.