The Bet

the creeper i made a bet with...who else thinks he need some new clothes!

Sometimes i make very very stupid decisions. Sometimes i speak before i think, a prime example of this would be making "the bet" with a certain Mr. Joel Andrew Doland. This bet has been going for exactly two months now and has ten more months to go. This bet means i save a ton of money, and i won't be accused of being a shopaholic anymore. It also means that the super amazing, beautiful, cuter than words can express spring clothes won't be hanging in my closet anytime soon. This bet means that come convention time i will be the ONLY girl, and possibly only person, without new clothes. This bet means that when i go shopping and find the CUTEST jacket in the world i can't buy it. This bet has rules. Rules that say I can't buy any clothes or accessories for a year! Joel can't either! Losing this bet has consequences. Losing this bet means i have to buy Joel dinner, and listen to him brag about how he won the entire dinner long. If it were just dinner i wouldn't mind losing but i guess i have a little bit of something called pride and i'm not about to have to listen to him brag about winning for more than 30 seconds. So i guess beautiful jacket at maurices this means that we can never be more than friends, the timing just wasn't right for us. If only you could have shown your face in town about a year ago, or next year i'm pretty sure this admiration i have for you could have gone somewhere but as it is we must go our separate ways. Sad i knew but it must be done! Good bye beautiful jacket!