2002-04-20 | 2:40 p.m.
i love shopping

if girl talk bothers you, don't read this entry...

i had a shopping day yesterday. not the kind where you know what you need and go get it, but the kind where you walk the mall end to end and just peruse any store that you want. i hadn't had one of those in a long time. it was fun, especially since i had my emmy with me.

they have the coolest shirts at hot topic. i wanted so many of them. most of all i wanted this navy blue carebears one with bedtime bear asleep on a crescent moon. it was soooo cute. maybe i'll go back and get it.

we also went to victoria's secret. emmy was like, "i've never been in this store before... oh, wait. once before. i was with you." heehee. i got some fun new stuff. i was going to get a new bra like another one i have that i like, but the sales girl decided i should try on this new kind they have. i went along 'cause i'm always open to change. but then she asked what size i needed. i told her 34b, and she looked at me like, yeah, right, and said, "when was the last time you were sized?" i had to admit that it'd been a while and that i'd lost a little weight since then. so she sized me. i was getting all upset because i thought she was telling me my breasteses were even smaller than i thought, and now she was going to get out the measuring tape and prove it. poor, poor megan. but then she said, "yeah, because you don't look like a 34..." [insert sigh of relief here.] it wasn't my boobs she doubted. it was my ribs. that's even good! yay! needless to say, i bought the bra she recommended.

so i should be shopped-out. i spent the entire day doing it, afterall... but no. this just reminded me what i've been missing, and i want more.