The money whore in me. You know, no matter what I do, no matter where I go. I'm always looking for an opportunity to make a buck or two.. thousand.. I love that for me. I went out today, so I see a few missing days in my future... erm.. past.. because spoonie recovery sucks. Anyway.. sitting down on the toilet in my brand new top (can be worn as long shirt or summer dress) I barely get a chance to pull my leggings all the way down and sit when I start pissing. My hand begins to tremor, my eyes begin to water, my nose begins to run, and all I can do is feel every sensation as my soul leaves my body. As I begin to come to, I look down and see the liner I'm still wearing because I went out in ****** today. It's time to pull it off! Then the money whore in me kicks in. "I should sell my liners," I mean.. there's a market for everything, right? and I wear them regularly enough that I could. So the question remains.. Should I?
