I start to get edgy whenever I think about money. I’m financially secure, yet fianancio-emotionally insecure at the same time. It is hard to think of myself, such a frugal being (my ass), spending forty bucks on a plant so endangered yet so huge yet so fucking under priced. Anyway, I got the thing reserved for yours truly and will pick it up tomorrow afternoon. I don’t know why I balk at spending forty bucks when I have two hundred bucks at my disposal now (at expense of intruding into my own financial privacy as used to keep amount of reserves at present under high security a la LKY).

Did my fair share of Erin Brockovich snooping around today all in the name of my plant business. If only I had a friggin photocopier, a pair of jiggly boobs for Indian workers to ogle (too bad they’re not gay) and children in tow would my fantasy of being an Erin be fulfilled. What I did have were confidential documents. Hmmm…competitors are starting to call me “Garden Slut” when it should be “Garden Slug”, I wonder why.

Will go study and pretend to be submissive, docile, tractable but so damn cute. Just like the little Chinese Crested dog I’d have in place of real children. Haha.