Me, from under the rock.

I hate shopping. I mean I am not exactly adverse to wandering through stores, browsing through merchandise, picking up a thing that attracts my attention, figuring out if I can live without it, and leaving the store a happy owner of a new thing. This is all fine.

But when I actually need something particular, and soon, and I am racing the stores, hunting down that One Thing I really need to have right now… That’s terrible. Nothing fits, the only available sizes are not mine, and if they are mine the thing looks terrible on me anyway, and if by incredible luck it fits just right, I am in no way can afford it. Or it is made from an awful fabric like polyester. I have a distaste for acryl and polyester. Am I an elitist bitch? By the end of the day I am exhausted, and cannot see anything but red. My shopping companion annoys me as well as the universe. I buy the first thing I don’t have an extreme aversion to, because I cannot stand the thought of going to another store.

I have a lot of things to say. I even wrote down some of them. Maybe tomorrow.

Hugs to everyone.

Birthday!

Happy Birthday, ascian3!!

I wish you a happy year and congratulate you with your qiutting the job and new shiny employment. I also wish you writing, since it makes you happy, and it makes me happy whne I read it. ;)