Jigglenomics

I skipped the gym two weeks in a row. Whee. I paid for it dearly when I was wheezing on the treadmill again. This is why I like procrastinating. I claim I learn my lesson and then go back to doing just that.

Speaking of which.

Credit cards.

Farking bane of my life.

Those instruments of deceit should have never fallen into my hands. Now I regret the day I gleefully signed my paychecks away to the institution of frigging doom.

I admit. I have little or no self control. I'm spontaneous when I shop which means "OMGOSH I LOVE THAT TOP. WHO THE FARK CARES IF I CANT FIT MY BREASTS INTO IT ?! I WANT I WANT I WANT11!!!!11!"

Then in slides my card of eternal damnation.

I spent more than I should have. Hell, warning signs should have popped out when I spend more than what I earned in a month on a SINGLE WEEK.

Now those cards lay hibernating within the deepest regions of my closet. Never to be touched again by my weak hands.

And now I work to pay off my bills.

I used to laugh at my friends who had racked up enormous credit card balances and promise myself I'd never do that. I told my fat butt I was getting the card for essentials ie, gym dues and petrol. Then that spiraled into getting a new phone, fixing that phone when the damned screen broke (it cost a bomb because it was a new model and they had to import a new screen), clothes, expensive bag, even more expensive wallet, clothes I rarely wear and food I didn't have to eat.

For what? To be left with a headache now and unneeded stress over a bloody card?

I lived beyond my means. I flinch when I get my bills now. I pay more than the minimum in hopes that I'll have everything sorted out before I leave for Australia (if).

Never again. From now on it's debit cards or nothing.

Also, any potential sugar daddies looking for a sweet young thing, please contact me. I can entertain you with my amazing abilities. Like maxing out your platinum credit card, albino tiger shows and showing you the right way to dress for your age.

I accept credit cards.