Anyway, what I'm trying to say here is that maybe I'm seeing signs of such things sinister. Saturday, I went to the MALL, after I think like a two year hiatus. Me and the mall used to be pretty TIGHT. Like, I practically lived there until my credit gave out and the security guard found me sleeping in the linens at JC Penney.
So I had to go cold turkey. Break-ups like that don't work any other way. Especially when there's a restraining order involved. Going back the other day, therefore, was relatively dangerous.
First I got a haircut and managed not to ask for extensions, full-foils (what the fuck is that shit, evn?! It costs like $150!), or nail tips. Then I started to stroll. And while it didn't hit me at first, I realized on the drive home that I was certainly regressing. And not even to my 20-something days of blowing cash on trashy outfits from Express.
No, no, friends. I went full speed back to about AGE FOURTEEN. Don't believe me? Take a gander at these here stores which I visited:
1. Claire's Boutique
2. Hot Topic
3. The Gwen Stefani Fragrance Counter at Macy's
People. And my bags? What I brought home? There are sequins (purse). There is glitter (lipstick). And then...then, well, I BOUGHT THIS:
And let's remember the TWILIGHT thing. Not that I'm counting down to the movie or anything...
And since you brought it up, did you know that freaking Nordstrom sells LIFE-SIZED Edward Cullen CUTOUTS!?
*SHUT UP, I don't really have that still. I had to melt it down once it got all tarnish-y so that it would. last. forever.