They said I was a valued customer, now they send me hate mail.
They said I was a valued customer, now they send me hate mail.
Thinking back, perhaps it took me longer than it should have to guess that he wasn't playing ball, so to speak. In fact, he actually had to punch me in the face get me off him - although he was very apologetic about it afterward.
A man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesnÆt fit, you canÆt exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed. And when your fingers first grasp those shiny, new bagsà
And we spend the rest of the evening getting very pissed and eating ice cream, as we always do when something good or bad happens to either one of us.
Christmas shopping! I can do all my Christmas shopping here! I know March is a bit early, but why not be organized? And then when Christmas arrives I won't have to go near the horrible Christmas crowds.
I did a lot of shopping for her in Tokyo because the colors here are very conservative. A shopaholic would have a coat in every color and lots of accessories
I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldnÆt exist anymore.
I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life?
Life would be a lot easier if conversations were rewindable and erasable, like videos. Or if you could instruct people to disregard what you just said, like in a courtroom.
Ok. don't panic. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?
So I buy it. The most perfect little cardigan in the world. People will call me the Girl in the Gray Cardigan. IÆll be able to live in it. Really, itÆs an investment.
That moment. That instant when your fingers curl round the handles of a shiny, uncreased bagùand all the gorgeous new things inside it become yours. WhatÆs it like? ItÆs like going hungry for days, then cramming your mouth full of warm buttered toast. ItÆs like waking up and realizing itÆs the weekend. ItÆs like the better moments of sex. Everything else is blocked out of your mind. ItÆs pure, selfish pleasure.
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