Damn you
Confessions of a Shopaholic!The book is evil and teaches you the wrong values. Worse, it's not just a single book of misguided facts, it's a whole bloody (addictive) series of books.
Look, if you shop all day and fill your entire house with truckloads of useless crap, your bank account goes into red, the problem does not magically go away as you fling the bank statements under your bed. Unfortunately, Kinsella tells you it does, in the form of a charming rich British entrepreneur who marries you and moves you to Manhattan, a new job as a personal shopper in Barney's, therefore with more reasons to continue your disgusting wasteful habit.
I have not come close to Rebecca Bloomwood's standards (obviously cos i don't have her bank account which she shares with her millionaire husband). But as i walked through the malls today (or any other day, as a matter of fact), i could totally relate to her.
Oh look it's an espresso machine. SO pretty, it's pink! Oh but i don't drink expresso. Wait a min, one day i might! Or my boss who drinks espresso might one day pop by and be impressed by my machine. I might finally get the promotion i've always wanted. Heck, it's so pretty. *throws espresson machine into cart*Before you know it i came home with bags and a depleted bank account, wondering what the hell have i bought. I did not buy an espresso machine, obviously. I'm totally not the kitchenware type. I just bought a
DSLite. Even though i knew it was completely needless. So since i bought a console i needed games... and then i thought hey i really need to decorate it so i bought more things. And then i needed a pouch. And accessories.
So there you go. Except there won't be a prince charming to save me now. I'm SO glad i have a job (which i work really hard at ok!!!!!!!)
Labels: bimbo blabbers, games, self-discovery, shopaholic
