The shopping confessions of a comfort whore...

I got 2 $25 Target gift certificates for Xmas. (I hadn't realized earlier that Casse wrote mine to "Lonely Rabbit" and from "Buffalo Through Peacepipe"--the inside joke of the two NDN blood chicks, you see--and told me, "Feliz Navidad, PUTA!" BWAHAA!) Casse also gave me fuzzy slippersocks, and I found I was immediately addicted to them and wished I could wear them everywhere. So I went and bought more. Along with some really soft blue-jeans (I'm re-discovering the comfortable pair of jeans after wearing cargo pants and sweatpants for years,) a full five sizes down from when I wore them in before college, BTW. Then I got a long-sleeved, black crewneck thermal fitted shirt, mmmmm that is going to be pure heaven, especially with my nice new jeans. Some knee-high socks (yes, I am a fan of knee-highs, STFU,) with cute designs on them, like dragons and birds! And maybe best of all, terrycloth PJ bottons, dark purple with lighter purple, antique-looking swirly designs on them which, upon closer inspection, turn out to be skulls, I kid you not. And to go with the PJ bottoms, light purple slippersocks that are like an inch thick.

This is the kind of stuff that makes me want to never have to work again. (Oh, hell, I always feel like that, but hey.) Actually, you know, I've been writing like a FIEND, I tell you. So one day after I publish all of this stuff and get stinking rich, maybe I can just sit around all day in PJs and slipper socks. ;D

The shopping confessions of a comfort whore...

I got 2 $25 Target gift certificates for Xmas. (I hadn't realized earlier that Casse wrote mine to "Lonely Rabbit" and from "Buffalo Through Peacepipe"--the inside joke of the two NDN blood chicks, you see--and told me, "Feliz Navidad, PUTA!" BWAHAA!) Casse also gave me fuzzy slippersocks, and I found I was immediately addicted to them and wished I could wear them everywhere. So I went and bought more. Along with some really soft blue-jeans (I'm re-discovering the comfortable pair of jeans after wearing cargo pants and sweatpants for years,) a full five sizes down from when I wore them in before college, BTW. Then I got a long-sleeved, black crewneck thermal fitted shirt, mmmmm that is going to be pure heaven, especially with my nice new jeans. Some knee-high socks (yes, I am a fan of knee-highs, STFU,) with cute designs on them, like dragons and birds! And maybe best of all, terrycloth PJ bottons, dark purple with lighter purple, antique-looking swirly designs on them which, upon closer inspection, turn out to be skulls, I kid you not. And to go with the PJ bottoms, light purple slippersocks that are like an inch thick.

This is the kind of stuff that makes me want to never have to work again. (Oh, hell, I always feel like that, but hey.) Actually, you know, I've been writing like a FIEND, I tell you. So one day after I publish all of this stuff and get stinking rich, maybe I can just sit around all day in PJs and slipper socks. ;D