  first of two i've been a fiend here lately.  that's as far as shopping goes.  i'm definitely not one who could be defined as a fashion- hound,  if that's even a term in anyone's vernacular.  so anyways,
 i don't go shopping that often,  at least not for myself,  usually whenever i make it to the mall,  it's to get stuff for other people like whenever i put together that package for laura on her birthday,  or when i do go for myself,  i'm usually looking for something like a book or a cd or maybe like the bag i got a couple months ago.
 it's not like i'm clueless though,  i do have an idea about how to shop,  enough of one to where i don't look like a total fool.  i guess i owe that to a certain ex- girlfriend whose favorite pastime was going to the mall,  i guess when they're in high school tho,
 that's pretty much true of nearly any individual with two x chromosomes.  one day i'll tell the other story that centers around that particular ex- girlfriend,  it's really juicy.  anyways,  lately i've found myself with a compulsion to go shopping,
 it started off pretty innocently,  the day before easter,  i just wanted to get a new shirt and maybe a tie,  you know easter and whatnot,  so i headed off to robinsons- may to take care of that,
 but i stumble into the middle of some sort of reduced price extravaganza,  otherwise known as a sale,  where i find dockers ( and i sorely needed slacks)  at half price,  so i got three pair,
 i get a couple shirts,  but not dress shirts,  which along with the tie,  i'd completely forgotten about.  so i go back later to get that stuff.  all told,
 i'd come home with three pair of dockers,  four shirts,  and a tie for slightly over $ 200.  i felt like a crook.  that wasn't even the end of it though.
 feeling:  somehow cosmopolitan,  and as such odd thinking of:  shoes music:  " the lament of desmond r.
g.  underwood IV"  steve taylor 
