As some of you know, I hate shopping. With a passion. And I'm no fun to shop with, either. Even guys I can wear down with my 'Can we go now? Can we go now?' and 'Just pick the fucking black one and let's go'. I completely lack the shopping gene. Wandering in shops looking at stuff I can't afford and wouldn't buy even if I could, because I'm a stinchy cheap fuck, is my idea of fourth level-like torture. The only way to get me excited about it is to take me to a flea market to look at old swords and parasols and shiny little things nobody actually needs. Usually it's just grab-thing-I-came-for-and-leave.
But sometimes, very rarely, I go in and buy so much stuff I actually feel a little bit hung over from it. Today would be one of those times.
