May Be The First, But It Won't Be The Last

Actually had a legit shopping day alone.

No mom and dad.

No older sister with brilliant taste in fashion.

Just me, myself, and my mustang.

Left around 10:30am and returned around 6pm after hitting

Goodwill, Ross, Burlington Coat Factory, Salvation Army, and then finally Hot Topic, to get one of those collared shirts on the wall--something I've been wanting to do since the 4th grade.

I've never really shopped for clothes by myself but I guess I'm a big boy now and I can make big decisions like deciding what to put over my flesh for the contentment of myself and the pleasing display for others. Sarcasm.

But it was fun because I made believe that I was on a TV reality show and I had to create outfits for an upcoming Run Way event of things soley from Thrift Stores (which come to think of it...isn't a fucking bad idea at all) This way I was in and out of those Jumpers as efficiently as possible.

But. Shopping. Was. Fun.

I felt like Ken from Toy Story 3 at one point. "NOBODY UNDERSTANDS CLOTHES LIKE ME BARBIE." Clothes can really transform a person--it's pretty crazy.

I feel weird right now. I think I might be getting sick. You know that feeling where you start getting achey and you say to yourself what all Newly Weds say "Shit, I hope this isn't the beginning of something that's about to get painful."

My heart is ticking. . . hopefully it goes off soon.