(Monday, February 11, 2008)
there are many repertoire of shopaholics. in a very recent interview i watched on the graphic box, a billionaire heiress that has more bags than the amount of wildlife africa can supply, subtly hinted that she doesn't quite like to shop. talk about prowess of being humble. what i never really understand is why in the world would anyone with the most silent jiggle in their half empty pocket would shamelessly pride themselves as shopaholics.
i am not the shopaholic.
despite the fact that i went to the fucking mall after the birds has gone sleep for explosion in the sky gig's ticket only to end up with a movie i never will watch and a book that i never knew why i got but boy, it felt terribly good to lug it out from the shop.
i am not a shopaholic.
i am, however, have always coincidently found things that i scarcely need everytime i am at the mall.
11:25 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
