Secrets, Secrets are no fun...
November 3rd 2006 14:37
Secrets are for everyone!
At 10:03 p.m on November 3rd, I saw a handbag I could NOT live without. At 10:06 I was a registered member of Ebay and at 10:23 I was the proud owner of the aforementioned handbag.
It's now 1:20 a.m. November 4th and I have just finished making my seventh purchase. The money I've saved from my last two pay cheque's is gone. Well not entirely, there's thirty dollars left and that's going toward the necklace and sunglasses I've placed bids on. We'll see how I go when I come back from work.
I'm not quite sure when I became addicted to shopping. Actually no, it was probably around the same time I got a weekend job and a steady flow of cash. 13 bucks an hour, 8 hours a day, plus five hours on Thursday evenings. I make about 240 a week, give or take a few hours. That's a pittance really, but I'm a full time university student and thanks to HECS I get to spend my money any way I see fit.
Well, any way my mother see's fit.
My mother doesn't know about my Ebay account. She'd be so mad I'm wasting my money this way. My mother doesn't know I got a tattoo. She'd be right pissed that I did something she's been advocating against since I was old enough to pretend to listen. My mother doesn't know that next year I won't be going back to university. She'd kick me out of the house faster than Nicole Richie pukes up Caesar salad.
My mother doesn't know a lot of things about me. But for a knock off handbag and a pair of superbly tacky leopard print heel's? I'm willing to keep my mouth shut.
Seeya!
At 10:03 p.m on November 3rd, I saw a handbag I could NOT live without. At 10:06 I was a registered member of Ebay and at 10:23 I was the proud owner of the aforementioned handbag.
It's now 1:20 a.m. November 4th and I have just finished making my seventh purchase. The money I've saved from my last two pay cheque's is gone. Well not entirely, there's thirty dollars left and that's going toward the necklace and sunglasses I've placed bids on. We'll see how I go when I come back from work.
I'm not quite sure when I became addicted to shopping. Actually no, it was probably around the same time I got a weekend job and a steady flow of cash. 13 bucks an hour, 8 hours a day, plus five hours on Thursday evenings. I make about 240 a week, give or take a few hours. That's a pittance really, but I'm a full time university student and thanks to HECS I get to spend my money any way I see fit.
Well, any way my mother see's fit.
My mother doesn't know about my Ebay account. She'd be so mad I'm wasting my money this way. My mother doesn't know I got a tattoo. She'd be right pissed that I did something she's been advocating against since I was old enough to pretend to listen. My mother doesn't know that next year I won't be going back to university. She'd kick me out of the house faster than Nicole Richie pukes up Caesar salad.
My mother doesn't know a lot of things about me. But for a knock off handbag and a pair of superbly tacky leopard print heel's? I'm willing to keep my mouth shut.
Seeya!
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Comment by Questionable Content
As for eBay, once you start buying boxers and socks (unworn ones, you sick bastards) in bulk from there every few months, you know you've hit a new low.
I need a drink.