My new flame. I will own them before fall comes. I must. I must. I won't be happy without them. 

Even as I post that image of my current obsession, I still come back to the need for simplicity. Around once a week I find myself rummaging through drawers and shuffling through closets, flinging unused "things" into plastic yard bags for Goodwill or friends. But it is a cyclic bitch because as I'm throwing things away, I'm also on the internet at amazon/anthropologie/luckybrand/abercrombieandfitch/zappos to name just a FEW, desperately seeking out that which I NEED. NEEEEEED. 

I am applying for a scholarship that will pay for me to live in Jordan for one year, starting in one year. Hence my desire to rid myself of excess that I just don't want to pack. Excess that merely collects dust, takes up space, monopolizes on valuable coat hanger usage, etc. So why do I continue to buy stuff? Well I NEED new boots. Right? I don't own any good black ones. All my black ones (besides the UGGs) are from when I couldn't afford NICE boots. Now I want a pair of NICE black boots to go with my grey Fryes, my tan Fryes, my brown Fryes, my black Frye booties, my black Italian crazy-heeled boots, my two pairs of Hunter galoshes, my three pairs of UGGs, (do you see where I'm going with this?). 

The books for school don't count. I don't get rid of books from school that could prove to be valuable to myself as a scholar and student in the future. I'm even reading a book from the LIBRARY right now for PLEASURE! Don't that beat all? 

I know I need to be smarter with my moolah, pay off bills, but its just so BORING. I will make a few desultory payments in their direction, then focus my real attention on my obsessions. Clothes books scarves boots heels shoes shoes shoes. Mamma mia, if only my therapist thought this was worth discussing!

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