I'm a lump

I'm one of the biggest wasters of money. In fact, I think I've perfected it into an art. I joined the gym and barely go. I buy books, read a chapter, and then drop them like dirty socks. I want to stop doing this. I'm getting better. I used to have this stupid thing with Starbucks. I'd buy a Grande coffee of the day, suck it back, and feel good about my contribution to the world of Seattle gourmet coffee. Now I have a hard jar of Nescafe in my drawer at work it it will suffice. Now I just have to figure out how to get over my clothes thing.
Oh, I've decided to start wearing a corset. I tried one on the other day and it was just so cool. It lifted, tucked, sucked in, taped down, or whatever it does to all the right spots. I felt so glamorous and sexy. No one will see it, but I think that is part of the appeal of matching underwear and things of this nature. It's the knowledge that you're wearing something a bit risque and no one else in the world knows about it. I'm just debating what color to buy now. Do I go with the basic black or one of those funky flesh tone grandmotheresque ones?
I'm looking forward to Halloween. Actually, I'm looking forward to it being over. In one of my Brady Bunch mother moments I decided to make my daughter's costume. She wants to be a rainbow fairy. Having never seen a rainbow fairy or a snow fairy, we're just using our imagination. Seeing that I totally suck at sewing, this project is proving to be harder than I thought. I made a stretchy skirt that I'll attach strips of sewn fabric to. There needs to be about fifty of them, but so far, I have about five of them done. It's going to be a long night and I've got to get started on it as soon as I get home. Actually, I'm going home a little bit early today. I just want a few minutes to veg out somewhere before I pick up Catherine from art class.
Back to work. Can't wait to get outta here for the weekend.