I may not already be a graduate with a position as a journalist for a financial magazine with an extremely attractive boss who lent me $20 before my interview with himself who i claimed to be a gift for my sickly aunt. With a huge debt, a landlord who wont stop hassling me. I am no Rebecca Bloomwood, but a SHOPAHOLIC I am.
End of a season approaches, old season stocks all lined up on railings, ready to be sold at discounted prices tempting everyone particularly those with little self control ie. myself to go spend there money on items which maybe out of trend but cheap. Whilst others maybe more practical for season after season and with the low pricing we go and buy it all. Searching through all the rails for any hidden gems that are ageless.
Ok.... Let's get real I am no creative writer!!
But definatly obsessed with shopping! A while ago my family and I went on a little ok maybe a big shopping trip in hope of finding a few nice bits and pieces for ourselves. As we got to our destination we had a look at all those surrounding us and couldn't help but feel a bit sad even a pang of jealousy looking at all the Arabs and Chinese with bags and bags of designer gear in thier hands. Lets just say by the end of the trip all of our hands were at breaking point as we could no longer carry any more bags, and as we got to our car the bags would not even fit. As i'ma bit of designer carrier bag hoarder I had to make sure that none of the bags would get scrunched up as I have a forever growing collection on top of my closet. But we were all shopped out to say the least.
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