Oct 08, 2004 20:45
Most chicks love shopping. Some even go so far as to say it's theraputic. I don't know if it's from low self-esteem or growing up poor or both or neither or what, but I HATE going shopping. Shopping is not fun, it's not theraputic; in fact, it's pretty damned depressing to me.
I can never find anything I like, and when I do, I can't afford it. If for some reason I like it AND can afford it, then it ends up looking like shit on me.
I had to go to the fucking mall today and I was practically in tears the whole time. I found awesome pants for 78 fucking dollars, and a cheap button up shirt on sale. Apparently those were the cheapest goddamn pants in the entire 8million acre expanse of mall, so I broke down and bought them. Well, the shirt makes me look like a man, so I found a pretty cute vest thing to wear over it. So I go to buy all this shit and come to find out that the goddamn vest thing is like 60 bucks! It goes back on the fucking rack. Now I'm gonna look like a man at my interview.
Oh yeah, I got an interview. Woohoo. As you can see (:-|) I'm extremely excited about it now. Thank you, mall...asshole.
Oh and I bought some stupid shoes for way too much money today too. Total cost of looking like I have a huge penis and some chest hair at my interview: 175$ + tax. In other words, 3 days pay at my current shithole job. Fan fucking tastic. I'd BETTER get this job.