Thursday, April 28, 2011

I have an obsession.

It is called Victoria's Secret. Or shopping, whichever you prefer.

In the past week, I have racked up a ridiculous amount of items from my favorite lingerie store. If only they didn't sell so many other fabulous things in addition to bras and underwear, I might not be poor.

Yes. I really needed those seven bras. Umm, hello. The new Gorgeous? Makes my boobs look fab. Why would I not need that much cleavage? And at least I purchased a some practical colors like black and nude in addition to the bright blues, camouflage, multiple animal prints, and hot pink. All. Necessary.

Five t-shirts? All on sale. Hoodie? On sale. Yoga britches? On sale. Two for $26.00 tank tops? Sort of on sale. Free pair of underwear? Yes, please.

Go me. I got a free bag for spending so much money. Pat on the back? Probably not. Someone cut my credit card up now, please and thank you.

Also. I would like to complain about the Panthers. Carolina, you had the first draft pick. We didn't need a new quarterback yet you chose to use the number one pick for precisely that. A giant defensive guy might have been nice. Someone that could provide assistance to the quarterbacks that we already had also may have been wise. But no. Cam Newton better be the most amazing player in existence and get us to the Superbowl this year because otherwise, what a giant waste of a draft pick. The end.

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