I don’t like to shop. Really. I don’t. I would rather be on the boat with a “Dave Matthews Kool-Aid” in my hand, listening to good tunes, rather than out shopping any given day. I can’t fathom why other people would choose the latter. We’ll go to the beach, and a few of my sisters will shop all day. Ant-uh—not me.
I shop for the necessity not the thrill of it. So today, I don’t have my iPod and didn’t feel like driving all the home listening to the radio; plus, I have to find something to wear to a 30th birthday party this weekend, I went shopping.
There is a point coming, I think.
I ended up finding something to wear to the party, and I ended up spending too much money. Go figure. Ok, here comes my point: I think someone was playing a trick on me. Here I was not wanting to shop at all, and what a ya know — they were tearing up a “Toad the Wet Sprocket” CD in the store. I couldn’t leave.
I still don’t enjoy shopping, but today was rather pleasant. Ah, the wonders of music.
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