I’m wearing my three inch, open toe, Kate Spade patent leather stilettos around the apartment because I can. I’m listening to Queen’s greatest hits because I can. I don’t give a fuck that the Giants just won the Super Bowl. Maybe this is what it feels like to bottom out, as Ann Perkins similarly experienced in Season 3 of Parks and Recreation after Chris Traeger dumped her. While I’m not spending $700 on candles, I have been buying lots of clothes from Ann Taylor Loft and jonesing after very impractical purchases. Case in point, I really want an occasion to buy this skirt. It matches my Kate Spade shoes! Or how about this dress! I’ve also been buying lots of lingerie in the event that dating leads to more.
Someone needs to save me.
This is what happens when I spend two days by myself.
Oh. OH! I just remembered. I’m going to St. John and Tortola in two weeks! Whee!
Maybe shopping and Caribbean travel is my antidote to my burgeoning existential crisis?
Edit: This post may have been influenced by Prosecco, Queen, and too much alone time.