my brain is currently suffering from a major overload so severe that im just gonna ramble on about some random musings which i am quite aware will be vague and largely incoherent but who gives a shit.
there is no time left to whinge and worry about the consequences of my procrastination. i just want to take my freshly-gained, moderately illegitimate money and go shopping. i love breaking stereotypes. but this would not be one of those liberating moments of proving myself.
i was momentarily pleased today when someone told me i didnt seem like the typical girl. and now i'm wondering, wtf is wrong with being a typical girl. what is up with the world today and its war against typicality. yes we participate in a fair amount of what we like to call 'retail therapy' for various reasons we manage to come up with in split seconds - manic depression, celebration, boredom, too much cash inflow, sudden urge, no reason at all. and even though i will most likely return home empty-handed, the tragic and oh-so-typical result of my fussy-shopper attitude, i will still walk the malls of orchard until i've succumbed to every enticing window display that the streets have got to offer.
before i say more to taint my reputation as a sane individual, i should practise some effective self-control.