The Perfect Cure
I was feeling horrible yesterday due to an accumulation of generally unrelated factors. Some might have chosen to drown their sorrows in the bottle, but I chose, instead to seek out my own poison: Shopping.
Three hours of rampant consumerism later, my wallet was much lighter, but my arms much heavier. And there’s nothing better than to be able to wear all the items purchased during a single 24 hour period. Go ahead, ask me about my black knee-high boots. I dare you.
