I'm a novice shopper. I really am. I lack the Bargain Hunting Hormone that a majority of females are born with. I just don't get what's so good about it all.

I see racks of clothing, shelves of shoes, or rows of groceries, and I get a funny 'chilled' feeling inside. It's the "oh god, here we go again" feeling that I have come to know as Shopping Fear. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not frightened of crowds. I love nothing better than a stadium full of Cricket fans, just so long as they aren't rushing past me in order to get to the "sales special".

But today, I think I did well.

I bought:
1 Summer-weight Doonah.
1 Bag. (refuse to call it a handbag as it's too industrial)
1 Pair of shoes. (first ones I looked at)
2 Singlets. (exactly like ones I have in Australia)
1 Knitted cardigan.
and... get this...

Makeup.

*dies*
I bought makeup. Which leads me to ask myself. - "Why the fuck did I go and do a silly thing like that for?"
My answer? "I don't know, but the packaging looked cool..."

I am just another statistic of Targeted Marketing. Damn.