Yesterday I went shopping with my mopey boyfriend and it was LAAAAME. I was all "Look how cute these tiny shoes would be for my niece!" And he was all, "I have to pee, can we go now?" And then I was like, "Check out this polka-dotted swimsuit I'm getting!" And he was all, "It's total bullshit we have to pay for parking on Sunday." And so then I was all, "Yeah, but check out these vintage Indian blouses I'm getting that are covered in TONS OF FUCKING SEQUINS," and he was all, "Can we please go home now? I really, really have to pee." Clearly I was shopping with the wrong guy:
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