Sometimes I do questionable things like staying up all night, drinking copious wine, and crying my eyes out to a movie like Marley & Me, when I really should be sipping chamomile tea in bed and cracking open one of my 27 unread New Yorkers. Or I'll spend hours on eBay and impulsively bid on a weird pair of jellies I'm not even sure I like, just because they're Marni and I really, really wanted something by Marni that day. This is no way to live. If I were a better woman, I'd not only drink less, go to sleep earlier, and read more, but I'd wait to bid on something I truly love, like these incredible shoes, a regal bejeweled dress, or a jacket that I'd probably wear until I'm old.
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