I like getting new things.
It's a high - ripping open a package or a plastic bag. Visceral. My claws rip apart the plastic. That cellophane seductively whispering to me: "I'm yours...I'm all yours."
And it's not until that high is over in 30 minutes that I realize it's the other way around.
I'm tired of spending my hard earned money. But I still want stuff.
This blog will perform as my journal of spending. For little or no money. And how I did it.
