I guess I should type blabble hear then yes and you'll promise to read it?
Today I went shopping, I have some queries on the matter;
-Why do till people ask if you would like your receipt in the bag? Where else is it going to go? I'm half tempted just to say, "No just put it in my ear, it's warm and safe in there."
-Why do some changing room assistants take your items and hang them up for you. It's not as if they are too heavy as otherwise we wouldn't of carried them around the whole shop with us.
-Why do changing room assistants ask you how many items you have and then count them again anyway?
- Why do tweenie groups of friends always match. Look at 11-14 year old groups of shoppers, they always co-ordinate. It's scary.
-Why do people always feel the need to talk loud enough in changing rooms for the whole shop to know that you need to bring alcohol to Matt's 14th birthday party and that your boobs look funny in this dress. I usually concoct sarcastic resposes under my breath.
That's all I can think off to query at the mo(fo). I like to question things and people and won't stop until they give a credible answer. I once had a very amusing conversation (arguement) with my science teacher on why knowing about atoms would at all help me become a journalist. He said it would make me think "locigally," I responded that it's more important to be creative. His outfits radiate logicality. His face radiates a strange smell.
I like shopping though. I don't consider myself materialistic but we would all be kidding ourselves if we said we didn't like to spoil ourselves with nice things and show our personalities through our attire. I try to do this, it normally involves flowers which is strange considering I'm not an overally flowery person. My aura would be a shade of purple, I'm a purple person.
Better fly guys. Type you later!
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