La Farmacia. The Pharmacy. This is also known as my medicine cabinet. I have recently acquired even more medication to take at night, bumping up my daily grand total to: 11, excluding my Flintstone Sour Gummy Vitamins which total 2 a day. So in total: 13 pills a night. Who would have thought that I turned 30 instead of 80. This is excluding the occasional Vicodin/Oxycontin. After my bloodwork performed on Wednesday, could there be a potential for more medications in my future? But an impressive remark regarding my pills- I can take them all at once, one gulp and down the hatch they go. Suck it. My blood work that I had was to determine that my liver was functioning correctly, to see how my cholesterol is, check for diabetes (since I come from a diabetic family), etc. Hopefully they will not find anything, or at least find what is causing some of my problems. Here's hoping- cheers to you as I pop a vicodin to kill yet another cell in my liver.
And on to the main course-
Manic tendencies. Yes, I have them. I also get depressed and since I turned 30, I have anxiety attacks. It must be karma for me making fun of people having panic attacks because I was such a "strong" bitch I never panicked about anything. Ha ha mother nature, you are not funny. In fact, you are a bitch. This is what happens when you have two crazy ass people having children. My dad was Bi-Polar, and my mom is just well... out there. So I inherited daddy's lovely tendencies. So when I'm a raging bitch with you, it could be why. But one thing that is for certain is that my shopping habit is fueled by my mania. I get an itch to spend money, that I have to scratch or it's pure agony. I am elated at new purchases. If I'm depressed, I am no longer depressed after spending gobs of money. The problem is, I have to spend gobs of money.
Take for instance, last night. I was sitting at home, when I went online and found the most amazing Emilio Pucci rainboots I have been eyeing for eons. I bought them. They will be shipped to me shortly and I will be fabulous. This is after I had already purchased a beautiful pair of Emilio Pucci flats at Dillards of all damn places for $93!!! $310 to $93, the shoe gods were smiling upon me. Suddenly, I had this urge that I NEEDED to go to Louis Vuitton. Not want, NEEDED. I had to have the white multi-color logo bandeau since I collect them like people collect Hermes scarves. But that wasn't going to be enough that night, oh no. I needed a bracelet. And in that store, fate would smile upon me and would show me the leather strap bracelet I have been desiring for so long. I haven't necessarily desired this style in particular, but I know I loved the Hermes leather straps so I've been looking for a cheaper option. This bracelet, is black leather with gold hardware studs in them, with the Louis Vuitton logo on the buckle. Wouldn't you know that there is a twin in cream. I did not buy the twin.....yet. But my shopping voice was pleased with the choices I had made and the beast was quiet. I was not phased even when she gave me my total of $570. I am quite proud of myself that I didn't buy the bracelet that was $500 alone.
Why do I need to spend that much? It's in my blood. My dad was addicted to leather shoes, cigars, and cars. Everything had to be the best. My sister is addicted to cars, purses, and shoes but has had to curb it due to having a child. I am addicted to fashion. Make up, jewelry, shoes, purses, clothes. You name it, I have to have it. When I'm sad, I shop. When I'm happy, I shop. There is just something about shopping that makes me happy. I have considered abandoning music to go into fashion merchandising but all that business side of it displeases me. Just let me purchase the latest things, go to Paris and Milan to scope out what's coming up next, and bring them to cities near me. I don't want to worry about the economics mumbo jumbo. I think I would be kickass in that business. I wish that Atlanta wasn't as far, because then I would get a job at Neiman Marcus and reap the benefits of the discounts. Then my addiction would grow even stronger knowing that I could afford even more!
