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.
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