Anticipation

It's raining and the middle of the night Thanksgiving morning. I have to work a few hours today. Hope the rain stops by the time it's time to go.

I get paid this friday my first check.
I will finally get the diet plan I have wanted the past year and get cracking on it. I will be able to lose all of the weight provided I stay consistent with it for the next four to five months.

I will be able to do my nails.
Get a new wig.
Go to the movies and lunch.

I am anxious because I am selling my first pair of sneakers too. I can't stop thinking about buying 2 pair of all whites and flipping them for $600 each then buying 2 more and so on and so on. I can be on my way to my real self in no time.

Of course I spend hours collecting stuff 'I want' but it's more about inspiration.

I have noticed something about work. People are really pretty bland. Is that the job or is that them? Either way, I find myself not wanting to be my wild me there. Just a really toned down version. Maybe some cute sneakers. But not any crazy punk shit or wild ass jogger sets. Purple hair and stuff.

I have to get a car! It's making me seriously mental being on the bus this long. The SMELL! I just got new headphones yesterday so now I can drown out the noise and the people. But the odors are really getting to me. Then there's the walking around the massive building at work. OVER IT! 

I have to go hard with on line selling to get to my goals. I have to get the money for the tax lien coaching sessions too. I think a car is first. How am I going to get to the properties without one?

I have to prepare a whole power point presentation with a commercial for my business plan. What a fucking grind because I don't have access to any of the software I need. I have to go to the valley and spend like 12 hours doing it. I have to write out a paper plan to follow. I wish that bitch wouldn't have stolen my hard drive with all my work on it. I don't have access to any of the files. I don't believe in the cloud. TO me that's the perfect place to get all your shit stolen. 

I have a lot on my plate. But today I felt like it's been ages since I felt glamourous. Like put together head to toe. I feel like I have been suffering. Even this wig I have been wearing to work looks a hot ass mess. I stopped trying. I can't wait till I am getting paid every week and can get a new week every week. I am also planning my Christmas outfit. Chanel Punk. I hope I can pull it off. I have to sketch it out.

I really want to make Ro a great present. It's embarrassing I started that crenolin like 5 months ago and ran out of fabric so it hung in the closet half done. I have to finish.

I want one too.

I can't stop dreaming of new clothes, shoes, bags, car, neighborhood and life.