I hate when I just NEED things.
I just NEED them.
...I especially hate when my bank account doesn't think that I need them.
You see, just after I got my mission call my Bishop told me that Satan would place a big, fat target on my back. He explained that he would be trying to tempt me in whatever way he could.
...I had no idea that these temptations would come in the form of boots from Charlotte Russe.
I'm weak.
I bought them.
I HAD to.
Will I be taking them on my mission? Nope.
Will they even be in style when I get back? Perhaps no.
Did my bank account need them? Definitely not.
They do bring a huge smile to my face though.
:))))
Temporary pleasure.
Ughhhh.
