Christ...

 Went into the city and paid about $360 on my suit and had the pants taken up to a knew pair of shoes I bought. If I'd just taken in my Docs and didn't look at any more shoes, I could have paid the balance on the suit....But I didn't. I accidentally spent $310 on a fantastic pair of loafery type shoes. I normally eschew shoes that don't have laces, but these...Well, these are great.

My mother has decided that she wants to buy me a ring for my birthday. Fine. I have a particular kind of ring in mind (masculine, but not manly; bold, but not too costumey; either a signet ring or a pinky ring) and we looked high and low. Tiffany's, Cartier, Georg Jensen. Nothing. We went to the QVB and checked out some of the estate and antique stores and there, in one of the smallest shops, was it.

It was everything and more. Perfect, well balanced, a rather large diamond in it but not too overstated. Twenty-four carat gold, thick band beautiful pure and clean diamond. And it cost $6000. I can have it polished and resized and they'd drop the price to $5200....

And the answer was a most resounding no.

Don't fucking tell me that "we'll find you what you want", and "I really want to buy you a ring for your birthday", and then don't.

That fucking sucks.

I'll buy it myself.