The Carrie Bradshaw Effect

Do you remember that Sex and the City episode where Carrie finds herself in a severe financial crisis she can't even afford to ride a cab? I'm in the same situation right now. This is probably one of the Carrie Bradshaw moments I'd rather not have. I'd take "falling in Dior" any day.

I've confessed to my friends before that one day I will be homeless and will have nothing to eat but all the while wearing very nice clothes. Can you imagine a homeless person lying on the street with aviator sunglasses on clad in Zara, Topman and company? Homeless chic much?

Ugh. No, I can't let that happen until I wear Burberry (Prorsum or not), Dior Homme, Comme des Garcons, Lanvin and the rest of the gang. Until then, I just hate being poor.

Today, I was so bored I think it turned into depression. And it's not good when I'm bored because I tend to either "hang out" with strangers or spend. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with people I barely know so I decided to go out with friends.

I hung out with H and Ellese at Greenbelt. H and I hit up Greenbelt 5 first and my god do I love this place. While I'm still too poor to shop at the more high end stores, thanks to Zara, I won't be eating lunch for weeks.

It's big and black and it's another impulsive purchase. I will post pictures as soon as I take it out. For now, it's 4 AM and I need to catch some Zs. Good night.