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Confessions of a Shopaholic
October 27, 2003, 10:25 p.m. I’m saddened by the unexpected cruelty of some people. On another note, I got my Bernard Gui essay back – 81%! And from such humble beginnings too : ) I’m going to see the Pajama Game on Friday night, a musical a friend of mine is directing. I know that’s spelt wrong, but it’s how the creators of the show spelled it. It’s funny how personal spelling can get for me. Others too, I think. I know pyjama can be spelt with an A, in fact my spellchecker’s telling me it should be, but I spell it with a Y, and always will. I’ll never spell it ‘realize’, ‘neighbor’ or ‘jail’, it’ll always be ‘realise’, ‘neighbour’ and ‘gaol’, even though the previously mentioned spellings are acceptable. Hmm . . . I’m sure that’s fascinating to you : ) I bought a new shirt today – white with black pinstripes, white cuffs and collar. I saw it a couple of weeks ago, for $40, and said fuck that. Today it was $12, so I snapped it up. I think I’ve turned into everything I never wanted to be – someone who follows fashion, who enjoys shopping – hell, who goes shopping for a form of therapy. I always hated those girls, only to find myself morphing into one of them . . . I don’t know why, but I do get the joy of owning clothes that make you feel good. A nice little self-esteem boost. Mmm . . . this is a pretty crappy entry, no? I’m sorry, just a little scattered now.
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