Shopping, and how it sends me into fits of terror.

[stillfindinggod]

 So I was on the phone last night, all nice and cozy, getting ready to sleep when I realized:

I dont have a new bag for New York.

This trivial thought filled me with such trepidation, such a limb-numbing, crippling fear, you'd think I'd forgotten to study for a test the next day. I started thinking about all the things I would need to rearrange in my

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[canarypaper]

It's strange the things we get worked up over. Especially with embarassment as a motivator. If I get a haircut I don't like, I literally cannot function. Like, I must get it FIXED RIGHT THIS INSTANT or I flip out. Because I'll be embarassed. But, most likely, other people don't give a shit. ;/