Retail therapy is wonderful.

As shallow as it is, do you know what makes me incredibly giddy? New clothes. People need to keep me away from New York & Co. on payday. I got a gorgeous button-up shirt in a deep wine red, plus two new pairs of jeans that make my butt look tiny. There's just something about wearing nicer clothes that instantly perks up confidence. Until your little sister steals all of your shiny new things, that is. We'll see how long it lasts.

I also picked up a few more shirts for fall/winter, since all of my comfy sweaters were all stretched out. And there was one shirt that I absolutely had to have. It says "I love girls who love boys who love boys who love girls who love girls." Yep. I think god made that one just for me. I also picked up a Frederick's of Hollywood catelogue. Talk about eye candy. And I must have this top. Also on my list of things to acquire in the future are Express pants in Editor and Correspondent style. I've heard they're fantastically flattering, and even if they're pricey ($60/pair), they're worth every penny.

My lone disappointment was that I failed to find a new outfit for dancing. I get so tired of wearing the same things over and over again. I'd like a nice red dress.



And, in other news, Jessica Alba loves porn. Okay, that makes her more fuckable, I'll grant that.