when the balances are about to end, a nostalgic tear drops on my cheek ...
every year when the sales start, I can not make a mental list of all the things I would buy (list fulfilling unfortunately only in part ...). not in normal times do not buy anything I do shopping before Christmas, after Christmas, after the epiphany, before Easter, after Easter, in June, July, August, September, October for my birthday in November ... any excuse to scialaquare . I fear I have is a spendthrift. I am sick of a deadly virus. the grandmother so dear give me € 50? I know now how to make them disappear, I was not even a magician.
once bought a lot of books. since they are very round is a bit 'hard to get my ass in those huge cigarette pants that I love them, then I consoled myself with food for the soul. this until I had to face the reality that my wardrobe, as well as being pitifully out of the oven, it contained only hideous monsters in the history of clothing. I knew I needed a lot shopping. but to do much shopping I would need a lot of money ... even those have not arrived or appeared as if by magic in my pocket; patience. but now, every time I pass in front of a window, I hear a voice that tempts me. as has happened with my green shoes. I walked to my town when I stopped in front of my favorite shoe store. they were there, green, beautiful, highly polished. I believe I have been motionless with his mouth open for several minutes before you start thinking about how to gather enough sum. had to be mine! the little voice in my head shouting hysterically temptress. I left the window, telling myself that I had to resist, I did not have money ... a few weeks later I came out beaming from the store, the green shoes in the bag. daemon shopping won ... I do not have to be a prey so exciting, do not oppose much resistance ... but with the accessories is easy. I do not even try a bag, that is: put the arm to see how I am and make it look like we have to think about, when in fact I would like instantly. with the shoes I just find the number. 37. foot fairy. supporting a body of the whale. My cousin (who for the record 46 and the door is high on the meters and 90) asks how can I stand ... good question. however, I find the shoes. are the pants that I find it hard to find. I do not know more than the port size! each line has its own measures rather arbitrary: I sometimes think that those who designed the mental models has serious shortcomings ... Oh well, anyway I can not go around naked ... then literally go crazy in the balances of purchase obsessive-compulsive disorder. I believe that many of the monsters locked up in my closet are the consequence of this. likely, when with the phantom income that day seems far away I will have to earn the costs for children, food bereave me personally, not to abandon the purchase. perhaps this could be the solution to not have problems entering a pair of slim trousers ...
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