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Aaaand I'm back. As usual, the pressure of having "free money" in the mall worked its reverse pyschology on me and I left empty-handed. But I have narrowed down my decisions somewhat. I shall return to these stores and buy one or more of the following (unless I change my mind again):
1. Deichman Shoes - the pink and white Air Nikes. I can also get a second pair of shoes half off and that's always a big incentive.
2. Kirkland - they are having an art sale and there is a series of painted metal pictures that match my bedspread perfectly. Hmmm.
3. Suncoast - I will defile myself by paying full price for a couple of DVDs and some Kare Kano manga (so I can pick up where the TV series creepily left off).
In other news, why do I always pretend that shopping on the weekend doesn't bother me? The mall on a Sunday is about as much fun as a root canal without novacaine. I walked around muttering to myself, "Don't any of you heathens go to church?!"
And, finally, I had an alarming flashback about a dream last night. Apparently I was going to jail. No one seemed unduly alarmed, but I was devastated. I knew that because of one mistake, my life was ruined. My regret was as vast and deep as an ocean and I was horrified that no one seemed to care much. I suddenly remembered the whole thing and I felt so scared and sorry all at once. *shudders*
I want to drink a beer and sit on my balcony and ponder. Yes. Now all I need is the damn beer.
1. Deichman Shoes - the pink and white Air Nikes. I can also get a second pair of shoes half off and that's always a big incentive.
2. Kirkland - they are having an art sale and there is a series of painted metal pictures that match my bedspread perfectly. Hmmm.
3. Suncoast - I will defile myself by paying full price for a couple of DVDs and some Kare Kano manga (so I can pick up where the TV series creepily left off).
In other news, why do I always pretend that shopping on the weekend doesn't bother me? The mall on a Sunday is about as much fun as a root canal without novacaine. I walked around muttering to myself, "Don't any of you heathens go to church?!"
And, finally, I had an alarming flashback about a dream last night. Apparently I was going to jail. No one seemed unduly alarmed, but I was devastated. I knew that because of one mistake, my life was ruined. My regret was as vast and deep as an ocean and I was horrified that no one seemed to care much. I suddenly remembered the whole thing and I felt so scared and sorry all at once. *shudders*
I want to drink a beer and sit on my balcony and ponder. Yes. Now all I need is the damn beer.
