So on the cusp of my “Every decision I’ve ever made in my life has been wrong” meltdown caused by some girl whom I’ve never met nor will probably ever met, I happen to have a vacation the following week. And not just any vacation. It was a vacation that begins with snowboarding in the French Alps then a stop to Venice, Italy for the last night of Carnivale, and ending with attending a ball at the Imperial Palace in Vienna, Austria.
I know. Who am I? And when did I get so fabulous?
Actually I just did my budget. I know exactly who I am.
A broke ass hoe.
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