So, my Mother has read somewhere about a cute little expression that she thinks fits me perfectly:
Champagne tastes on a beer budget.
What on EARTH makes her think I can afford beer? The only reason I can is because my works sweet dollar a can hook up.
After bypassing a trip to Edmonton on the way home from Fort MacMurray I've come to the decision that my wardrobe is halted for 2 reasons:
1) I hate my body.
2) I hate my style.
3) Lack of monetary awesome.
4) Apathy towards the whole situation.
How did this happen?!