today, i learned a word: spendthrift — the ultimate oxymoron

From Unsplash by Jimi Filipovski

My name is Ashleigh, and I am a compulsive shopper. Here are 5 Ways I Spent my Money this week. These are my confessions:


Darn good pizza. Almost amazing. Everything I failed to expect, and then some. Sweet buffalo chicken? Savory CBR? Sal was killing me with the complementary tastes.

Was it worth it? Yes.


Put me out 50 cents. But! I felt like a decent human bean. Safe to say that two hours later, the monies were not missed.

Worth it? I suppose.

[those quarters helped me get pizza — eat pizza — peacefully digest pizza]


“So you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift” — Tyler, the Creator

Any-day can be your birthday if you want it to be. That’s why they invented online shopping. So when a package appears at your door, you can pretend someone cares.

Worth it? Well…

  • Do I need more black in my all-black wardrobe? Probably not.
  • Did I buy more black for my all-black wardrobe? Yes, the answer is yes.
  • Was I excited as hell when I heard it was delivered? Eh, I guess.


“So you want to smell like roses?” - a question, an answer, a choice

It’s worth is TBD.

I won’t know until I shower myself in delicate florals + soft hints of musk.

[Note] Immediately after purchase, another coupon — a better coupon — an unexpired coupon, was found lurking in the shallow depths of gmail: a personal account. The pain was deeply felt.

Update: I eat in this scent, go to sleep in this scent, etc. — Worth it? YES


My sister and I purchased a mother’s day gift for my mom. I know it’s July, and I don’t see your point. Call us pin partners, bread buddies, money mates; we split the cost.

As I write this, I realize that my highest mandatory cost amounts to a monthly $25 loan-payment. And, I am a thrifty f*ck.

The Irony.


a spendTHRIFTY chick