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Apparently, if I drink beer and then look at fetish boots on the internet (like these), it will not help feelings of sexual frustration. Imagine that.

Relatedly, I really want this hat, but lids is apparently showing it on their website purely to torture me, not in fact so that I may purchase it. While this hat does not inspire the same sort of hormonal yearning as the boots, I think that if I were to wear it, I would feel like I had a bad-ass soundtrack every time I walked around in it. And that's pretty cool.

Someone, please stop me from spending my money. Oh yes, that would be citibank, with their silly "credit limit." Right.

EDIT: Why am I such a clothing whore? Also, why can I not stop eating the fancy french chocolates sitting next to my computer? Perhaps because they are fancy, french and chocolate, and sitting next to my computer.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Isn't it sad that the only time I comment is about a hat? Sorry. I would love to see you the next time I'm in town, which will be when you're very busy, because it will be Christmas. I think of you when I go into a library! Oh, those were the days ...

[masscooper.livejournal.com]

Um, do you have a stapler?

I will be home for Christmas. I would love to see you! I'm glad you commented, I've been having Bad Friend Guilt over never talking to you.