first of two

i've been a fiend here lately.

that's as far as shopping goes. i'm definitely not one who could be defined as a fashion-hound, if that's even a term in anyone's vernacular. so anyways, i don't go shopping that often, at least not for myself, usually whenever i make it to the mall, it's to get stuff for other people like whenever i put together that package for laura on her birthday, or when i do go for myself, i'm usually looking for something like a book or a cd or maybe like the bag i got a couple months ago.

it's not like i'm clueless though, i do have an idea about how to shop, enough of one to where i don't look like a total fool. i guess i owe that to a certain ex-girlfriend whose favorite pastime was going to the mall, i guess when they're in high school tho, that's pretty much true of nearly any individual with two x chromosomes. one day i'll tell the other story that centers around that particular ex-girlfriend, it's really juicy.

anyways, lately i've found myself with a compulsion to go shopping, it started off pretty innocently, the day before easter, i just wanted to get a new shirt and maybe a tie, you know easter and whatnot, so i headed off to robinsons-may to take care of that, but i stumble into the middle of some sort of reduced price extravaganza, otherwise known as a sale, where i find dockers (and i sorely needed slacks) at half price, so i got three pair, i get a couple shirts, but not dress shirts, which along with the tie, i'd completely forgotten about. so i go back later to get that stuff. all told, i'd come home with three pair of dockers, four shirts, and a tie for slightly over $200. i felt like a crook.

that wasn't even the end of it though.

feeling: somehow cosmopolitan, and as such odd
thinking of: shoes
music: "the lament of desmond r.g. underwood IV" steve taylor