Unhappy

powerof3 and fashionbeast tried to distract me from it and more or less succeeded, but ever since I found out Tiffany's only gives store credit (and that the money for the damn necklace came from my dad pawning off some clock he didn't want), the existence of the fuckin' robin's blue bag has been stressing me out.

I've literally scoured the store for hours to look for anything I'd actually wear and can't find a damn thing I could afford with the store credit. It's really depressing, especially since I thought I could use the money for stuff I actually NEED, like a hair cut, or to repierce my ears and get plugs in, or a new iPod to store more media...

... but as it stands, it looks like Monte and Susan are going to get a wedding gift vastly out of step from what I would have gotten other wise.

(Dammit, with 165 bucks, I could actually go to the wedding. Grr.)

Most depressing gift ever. I may have cried.

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I think menstruating explains why I cried myself to sleep.

OW.