Poor Financial Acuteness

Well, this was a very expensive weekend for ‘ol Nicole. I’ve misplaced my credit card and have been using my Debit card at a feverish pace, which is pretty much the only thing I can do at a feverish pace. It climaxed on Saturday night when I innocently went to watch my friend headline House Of Blues and ended up at a Bears game with him the following day. You’d be shocked at the gross amount of miscellaneous expenses incurred in such a bizarre turn of events. For some reason, I was under the impression money grew on trees and that I had a grove of said trees in my backyard. In reality, "some reason" could include, but not limited to, my consumption of drugs, Jagg shots, Jack Daniels, and Amstel Light... although, the whole tree halucination thing was probably the cocaine talking. My overzealousness quickly turned into a sizable overdraft before I could transfer some funds. And to think... just last week I was turning down money, my how things have changed.

I am still feeling the effects of Saturday night, although not in the normal way - I am not talking about a hangover. I wore some super cute shoes; they had a great heal and went perfectly with my top. In hindsight, not the best kicks to sport when you’re going to be on your feet for sustained amounts of time. My toes are still tingling and the tips of them still void of feeling. It's absurd what we chicks do to complete a look. The nerve damage even made falling asleep difficult last night so I did what any woman would do, masturbated to exhaustion and listlessly dosed off.