Shopping, Adventures in
the mall makes me feel weird. I'm filled with this longing. A longing for somthing ... I don't know what? The mall makes me feel like I'm missing something and it promises to fill it with material possesions. I din't know I was missing whatever it was til I entered the mall.
there was a power outage in northwest today. At urban outfitters they had candles and Alohra and I chatted with the dissaffected counter-person. Dissaffected was her word. I thought it was perfect. If I ever apply in retail, I will put "dissaffected" under 'special skills.' Of course I'm not tho! I'm too involved with everything.
Urban outfitters is a magical realm where everything is soft, or fuzzy, or lacy, or has tiny flowers on it, or sequined, or layered, or in some perfect color. Its like whoever designed all that stuff has a map of my soul and everything I like and makes clothes that are just for me. Everything in their is so beautiful and expensive, it kills me that its all made by blind starving children in some horrible factory where they work for 7 cents and hour just so that i can feel warm and fuzzy when its cold and windy. Which it is today, but its alright cause I like the leaves blowing around my feet. Good thing I can't afford anything in there anyway.
Well, off to do something productive.
the mall makes me feel weird. I'm filled with this longing. A longing for somthing ... I don't know what? The mall makes me feel like I'm missing something and it promises to fill it with material possesions. I din't know I was missing whatever it was til I entered the mall.
there was a power outage in northwest today. At urban outfitters they had candles and Alohra and I chatted with the dissaffected counter-person. Dissaffected was her word. I thought it was perfect. If I ever apply in retail, I will put "dissaffected" under 'special skills.' Of course I'm not tho! I'm too involved with everything.
Urban outfitters is a magical realm where everything is soft, or fuzzy, or lacy, or has tiny flowers on it, or sequined, or layered, or in some perfect color. Its like whoever designed all that stuff has a map of my soul and everything I like and makes clothes that are just for me. Everything in their is so beautiful and expensive, it kills me that its all made by blind starving children in some horrible factory where they work for 7 cents and hour just so that i can feel warm and fuzzy when its cold and windy. Which it is today, but its alright cause I like the leaves blowing around my feet. Good thing I can't afford anything in there anyway.
Well, off to do something productive.
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i think about you alot when i'm folding little pink sweaters at polo... they're like 70bucks, but i get a killer discount.
but none of this matter, cause shopping is cheapest in CHINA TOWN!