Friday, March 18, 2011

Clothes over bros.

Someone once said; "It's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time." Me? I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember, even if I don't write it down.


Whenever I'm having a bad day I tend to go shopping. Whenever I'm having a bad day and don't have money to go shopping, I rearrange my closet. Clothes make me feel better, and in a strange way it clears my head. Some girls drown their sorrows in a tub of Ben & Jerry's, I drown my with shiny little shopping bags. I love the rush I get when I slide my little blue card and hear that beep the register makes, hard to explain, too confusing to understand - I get it.. but I'd rather have new things than a new boy. Boys are too much work, clothes don't ask you for anything and don't expect anything from you. You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when i see a store, only it's better. A man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesn't fit, you can't exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. - Confessions of a Shopoholic. Story of my life, literally.


On a musical note.. I heard the absolute best song while I was at the bar last night, another story of my life .. I Hate College Remix by Sam Adams, if you haven't heard it yet I suggest you click here - you won't regret it.


- Chandler

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