and I am a shopaholic.
Today I deposited my handy-dandy paycheck into the bank. I got gas, drove all the way home, payed my bills, poured myself a cup of coffee, all while saying "I don't need that adorable yellow skirt I saw at Forever 21 yesterday" it was my mantra. I sat down with my cup of coffee, opened up my computer, then thought "Hmm...well I'll just look at it online". Sure enough, all I had to do was see the adorable skirt and immediately I wanted it again. No sooner than you could've said "charge it up" was I out the door on my way to snatch up that adorable skirt.
And adorable it is. I was right. (pictures to come, as I intend on wearing it to church tomorrow)
Anyway, while I was at the mall, I witnessed some interesting things. First of all, I saw two young girls, maybe about 12 or 13 years old at Forever 21 in the check out in front me. One was wearing colored skinny jeans and the other was wearing black and leopard print leggings. Both were wearing band t-shirts, and both were wearing way too much eye make up, as well as the fact that someone needed to introduce them to a hair dryer and round brush. One had unsightly short shorts in her hand, and I thought to myself "Aww, hunny, those are not flattering on the majority of women. Come, learn from me grasshopper." Then, something horrible happened. The one with leopard print yoga pants pulled something out of her Target purse...it...was...a....
COACH CLUTCH.
What the heck? What kind of twelve year old has a coach clutch? She doesn't need that. And it was a super cute one too. Let's add this up, band t-shirt + leopard print and black yoga pants + obnoxiously over-colored boys skate shoes + bad hair DOES NOT EQUAL COACH FRICKING BAG.
When I got home from the mall I put on all black, sprinkled ashes on my head, and will not come out of mourning for a week.
If you have an urgent message or something to give me, please contact my agent. Her name is Mom.
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