In other news: I'm now 24, have watched a drag queen strut around with a nicer ass and thighs than I could ever hope to own, have earned a bronze star on Agendastats and... am still waiting on the corsets coming in the mail. Corsets that, I might add, are pretty, inexpensive, and have absolutely no functional value whatsoever. Yiiii. Bank account, I do you proud.
--And I hadn't even gotten to the makeup purchase. Guess we'll just call June my spend-y month. I've racked up enough hours at work to cover everything and then some, which alleviates much of the guilt factor, if not all the responsibility complex.