Friday, September 18, 2009
Shopper
I just realized one thing. I'm a comfort shopper. Like how some people like to eat when they're feeling the blues, I like to just go shopping and walk out of there with something that I like. But thankfully, though I am in love with items with price tags the size of Jupiter, I'm relatively easy to please. All that was needed to do the trick was a Disturbed shirt from the clearance section that cost me 5 bucks, and posters of Jimi Hendrix and Guns and Roses. I felt like Superman right after walking out of Volusia Mall. Seriously.
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