Running out of toilet paper
I am going to say something blasphemous and awful.
Brace yourself; I’m female, and I hate shopping. I really do. Shopping sucks. It sucks hairy, unwashed ass, unless you are shopping for things you don’t really need, with money that you can afford to fritter away.
Shopping for necessities blows chunks. I hate shopping for things like groceries, toilet paper, pet food, and light bulbs. Especially when I have to buy the cheap generic stuff because I’m poor.
I don’t normally buy clothes anymore, unless I’m replacing worn-out necessities, like a plain black skirt that has faded to an uneven dingy dark grey, or a white blouse that has an ineradicable pizza sauce stain on it.
The last time I went clothes shopping was at a Goodwill store, where I spent $33 for six tops and two adorable little black cocktail dresses. I didn’t need the dresses, but at less than $5 apiece I simply could not walk away. You never know when you’re going to need a cute little black dress. Particularly the fitted black crepe number that I call my Audrey Hepburn dress.
But I still hate shopping.
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