that is not vogue

After a rather unsuccessful bout of cleaning, I've come to the not-so-surprising conclusion that I have way too many clothes. Some of them also still have tags, because apparently I haven't had the time to wear them yet. When did I become that kind of a girl? I remember when I used to shop only once a year and owned five vests from Old Navy. That's right, I owned vests.

Yesterday night I did this in-depth horoscope deal, and it said that I wouldn't be successful professionally because I overspend. This is too true. After all, the stars don't lie. There's only around two more months of summer left to get my brain back in order. If only I could get paid for eating carbs and sleeping. It would also be awesome if I could get to bed at a semi-decent hour. So not vogue!