Karmel Sutra

When I moved into my new apartment I was worried that I would spend all of my money at Whole Foods, a mere two doors away from me. For the most part I have been good. It's easy when all I eat is pasta. But of course I make an exception for produce, and cheese, and beer, which is no more expensive at Whole Foods than anywhere else.

My downfall, in so many ways, has been that I now have an epic selection of Ben and Jerry's, two doors away from me, and for a buck fifty *less* than 7-11. It didn't get dire until last night I'd been out and had a couple of beers and was feeling good and decided what my life needed was ICE CREAM. And the Whole Foods had just closed, and I was so fixated on the notion that I walked the extra two blocks to 7-11, and bought their last pint. And this morning I woke up, and like a staggering drunkard, I panicked because I couldn't remember if I had manged to get my wallet back into my bag after the ice cream escapade. So tonight, almost ready for bed, bathed and fresh smelling, I made note that it was only 9:30 and wandered downstairs for my evening pint, in my pajamas and a pair of airwalks I have had since 7th grade.

Being an adult RULES.