Payday Treats

It is my first payday ever.  Well, it is in this job.  And I have given myself a treat.  A medium-sized cup of 7/11 French Cappuccino drink.  Before I bought it, just minutes ago, I sent a text message to boyfriend if I could buy one.  I had to do that because he gave me the baon for the week.  And I don't want him thinking that I'm splurging on things.  He told me that when it comes to food, we don't need to save up.  He said, I buy whatever food I want.

I wish a nice blouse was edible too.

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