Via The Superficial
The addiction I'm referring to is clothes. We all have them (except for the nudists out there...ew), but some people love them more than others (me). There's no better instant pick me up than walking out of a store with a shopping bag filled with nice new clothes or a couple new pairs of shoes. Back in January, when I spent an entire night crying my eyes out, I poured a gallon of Visine in my bloodshot eyes and went out and bought myself a new pair of Seven Jeans. Sure, when I walked out of the store it was still pouring rain outside and I still felt like the world was coming to an end, but for a second, everything was okay because I had a new pair of perfect fitting jeans. Shopper's high: one hit and you're addicted.
Unfortunately, due to lack of employment and no money coming in from student loans like I'm so used to around this time of the year, I haven't been shopping in the longest time. When I was in LA after the bar exam, I really tested my strength by walking into an Anthropologie while wasting time at The Grove. I almost talked myself into buying a simple white tank top that I found in the sale section, but I begrudgingly left it in the dressing room and got out of the store before my willpower reached its true breaking point. A sad day indeed.
I realize that I probably won't illicit much sympathy when my closet is almost filled to the limit...
(This, plus the dresser of clothes and the pile of clothes on my bed)
I really need to go shopping soon though or I may go crazy. Just a couple of shirts? Maybe a few pairs of shoes? Just one little hit to tide me over into the fall season? C'mon!
I need a change...
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