Regardless, I stocked up on small things, like candles, and magazine holders (for those of us who
My point is, I endured a small heart attack when she handed me my bill and thought, “Sweet tap-dancing Moses! There’s not even anything frivolous in these two bags!” Yet there I was, having spent more than I had planned on. How does this happen? Because while Target is one of the most awesome and magical places on this Earth, it also has your 401k by the balls. Yet, back in I go! In fact, whenever I go to visit my girls in Santa Barbara, I undergo a bit of discomfort knowing that there isn’t one nearby. That should I need to buy some lip gloss, I would have to go into a REGULAR DRUG STORE to do so. Not the shiny happy aisles of Target where the lip gloss will sing you a lullaby while giving you a hand job. Seriously. It’s true. Why do you think it’s always so crowded?
Regardless, I have to find a new plan of attack, which might just be NOT GOING IN. Or modifying my list, somewhat. Or staying out of the make-up section. I’m not sure. Because I don’t want to end up out on the street with a sign that says, “Spent last penny at Target.” Although, I’m sure I’d have company. They’d have succumbed to the hand jobs as well.
4 comments:
well, let's be honest. while on the street, your lip gloss would be poppin! you do own more gloss than the average bear. and what is UP with colin firth being so damn hot? now i was planning on hitting target this week and now i know i have to. one cannot pass up hours upon hours of him for only nine bucks. and because i am going to backstock my tank and tee supply, i am sure to spend upwards of $150. it's a CURSE!
I had no idea that chicks thought he was so hot. I'm confused.
I identify completely, I can ride my bike or walk to my local Target, making it frighteningly convenient. And now they sell WINE, too!
Target sells lipgloss, wine, *AND* gives handjobs?! Screw hitting Target, I'm moving in! However, all of the Colin Firth videos will be the first thing to go...right after EVERYTHING Martha Stewart. I hate that biatch.
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