Secret

It's probably a good thing that I don't have a credit card. If I did, I'd probably end up spending all my money online on Victoria's Secret. Seriously, I just love pretty bras and lacy things and such... If my lingerie looks good, then I feel good, even if other people can't see it. It's like a dirty little secret, almost. Am I the only one who feels kinda sorta awesome when you're matching and no one knows? Yes? Whatever, it's still awesome.

So, yeah, good thing that I don't have a credit card. But I can't help but wonder if my debit card would work... It's a type that's supposed to operate just like a credit card. I'd love to buy something. But it'd be awkward when it got here, because of my grandpa. He always brings in the mail and makes it his personal mission to tell everyone what's arrived, even if it isn't for the person he's telling. Mom gets a pair of shoes? Everyone has to know. If I bought something sexy, everyone would know. And that would be Hellish.

Ah, well, guess I'll have to wait until I move out, hm?

'Till next time.

P.S. I might go back and delete this, I feel so weird for writing about it. We'll see.

P.P.S. When I got home today, I'm pretty sure my grandpa was masturbating on the couch. I'm scarred for life, because that's my favourite place to curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. He was also under my favourite blanket. FML. I seriously hope I'm wrong.