...in which unashamedly admit how happy the mall makes me...
...in which a job I hated drove me to spend money hand over fist just to feel better.
...in which I can't bring myself to spend money even on my birthday, while still realizing the addiction is there.
...in which I discover estate sales and realize I don't want strangers pawing over my stuff when I'm dead.
...in which my mother puts a couch in the kitchen and imagines a 'so nice' future.
...in which I find multiple staplers and discover my neighbor's a drug dealer.
...in which I reflect on the small changes to my daily routine, including my switch from credit to cash.