I don't really like to shop. I like having nice, new things, but I hate the process of finding them. I'm not a big mall person and after about 20 minutes carousing Norstrom I'm ready to head upstairs and get a drink and CCC (chocolate chip cookie) in the cafe. However, when I get stressed and pummeled by anxiety, I find myself more times than not, in a retail venue, spending money to exercise some sort of release. *Very simliar to cutting, but less blood and less depressing.
Last night I found myself in such a predicament and discovered my state of panic was nothing a pair of blue shoes couldn't handle. Cute, right? Half off, too.
I also have failed to blog about my most expensive and coveted purchase to date:
New laptop was badly needed, in more ways than one and I'm loving it. And as soon as I learn to use all the cool stuff on it, I know I'm going to love it even more. The only thing I'm a little bugged about are the fingerprints. They show really easily all over it. I guess I'll have to start washing my hands more often.*I do NOT cut myself. I use this comparison in sarcasm and in no way intend to offend the seriousness of such a sad and horrible complusion.
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