Money is pouring out of me....

Money is pouring out of me like sweat. Not only have I spent over $2,000 on moving, but I've spent a million hours and some hundreds of dollars on that stupid bridesmaids dress that still isn't here, and now my dog needs to go to the vet again. He's not eating, his nose is dry, and there may be blood in his stool, says my mom. She's super paranoid about everything, but it could be something. Something expensive, I'm sure.

I just don't have the money to keep shelling out like this, and yet all I want to do is go to Ann Taylor and make myself feel better. Shopping is another lovely addiction, but it sure feels good - I suppose like every addiction. Sigh.