Team Sleep's blog post - on gettin mah hair did, and having disposable income

okay guys. now that I am gainfully employed and theoretically making some sweet coin, I figured I should treat myself to some things I have wanted for a long time but haven't been able to afford as a starving student (and, lately, as an unemployed bum living in my parents basement).

I bought like 30 colours of sharpies. and paper on which to draw. and 150 CRAYONS. and a Lady Gaga cd. things that allow me to have frivolous fun by myself in the great white north.
new lingerie. underwear, bras, new luscious body lotion and makeup. things that make me feel pretty.

and... I'm bidding on NINE new wigs on ebay for all of my silly role-playing. I am going to have the most fabulous (fake, plastic) hair on all of NN. [url]http://app7.sellersourcebook.com/members/watch/enlarge.php?vers=4&aid=send2asap&img=28502/8-12-24bhl__4__1194981926.jpg&&cc=[/url]

it is weird to have money and to have less restrictions of pleasure. fantasy becomes reality. like, think of all the dildos and toys I can suddenly buy myself. before, I'd just stare longingly at the glass dildos in the display case at the Stag Shop. I'd ogle the shoes that strippers wear, and imagine them on my feet. I'd flip through lingerie catalogues and pass by leather shops on Yonge St and think about the feel of it on my body. now, they can be mine! all my little fetishes and strange desires are now within my reach.

but I can't help but wonder if, now that I can have them, they'll cease to be special. or if I'll just want more and more.