If romantic love was a store, it would be Holt Renfrew. Which means to say, I have never really shopped there. I can't afford it. I walk in every time with high hopes and a lot of savings, but never enough. In fact when I walk into the store, everybody in there already knows I don't have what it takes to make a purchase, so they don't pay much attention to me. They just wait until I leave. Or they tell me kindly their store is closed. They'll re-open tomorrow morning when I'm not there, no doubt.
So I walk into Club Monaco feeling pretty good about myself: HR was really overpriced, who do they think they are? Nothing at Club Monaco fits me properly, who am I kidding? My shoulders are too broad, but so is my stomach. Felt nice while I was buying though. They were so nice to me. Deep down they knew I was making a bad purchase from the beginning, we were a bad fit. But I hold my breath and try her on. She's suffocating me. I'm stretching her limits. This isn't going to last past the summer.
I used to wish things were different, like love wasn't a store, and I didn't have to shop, and somebody would want to purchase me! But I guess I got what I expected. I suffocated her, she stretched my limits. It didn't last past the summer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s96nlATQCGU&feature=related/
Now I'm broke and don't know if there's the right store for me. Maybe there will be sales online? I just want a gift card.