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[amyjae]

FACT:  I cannot shop in thrift stores.  I just can't.  As soon as I walk in and the smell of laundry detergent hits me...I want to turn around and run out.  The thought of wearing something that somebody else owned...and lived in...and sweated in...possibly had sex in...makes me want to vomit.  I rediscovered this when I decided to visit the new thrift store that opened up around the corner a few months ago.  The parking lot is always mad busy, and I was curious.  I even went so far as to try two skirts on, but uggggh.  I know a lot of chicks that dress all cute and vintage-y and claim they only shop there.  I suppose that will never, ever be me.  I grew up under the impression that only really, really poor people shopped there, so I always stayed clear of them anyway...because I'm, you know, not poor.  I'm poor, but I'm not really, really poor.  I hate how this makes me sound like the biggest snob, but oh well.  I don't borrow clothing from other women, nor will I buy clothes that belonged to other women.  Lesson learned and case close; thrift stores are not for me.

I spent the day running around trying to get some V-day stuff.  I forgot that this year I actually have a boyfriend and won't be going out on a dinner date with Steph haha.