Thursday, May 13, 2004
 

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Prescription drugs cost too much-- especially when insurance won't pay up. Don't get me started.

Engaged in a bit of retail therapy today (intense psychic damage from dealing with pharmacy). It was an interesting experience: the mall was filled with what I assume to be seniors from the university and their parents (well, mothers), shopping away for various clothing items. People watching ahoy. I actually solicited the opinion of one of these mothers in Ann Taylor; I was debating springing for a beautiful trench coat (I had already been in the store, walked around the entire mall debating the issue, and then returned to re-contemplate), and I asked her how it looked. She said it was "adorable" and "smart," and the sales clerks (gee, no bias there, of course) agreed. So I consider the purchase cosmically justified. And it was half-off. And there was only one in my size, and it was a petite. See? Destiny. If there's only one left in your size, the gods have willed that it should be so.

My idols, Clinton and Stacy, would approve.

I think the trench goes nicely with my Winona Ryder hair. [I'll avoid making any obvious shoplifting jokes here-- but I do have my receipt] Very urban. I can dream, can't I?

Oh, and I got two pairs of $80 shoes and one pair of $60 shoes for $9.99 a pair. I am the queen of sales, baby.

Peace out.

Elvisette philosophized at 10:17 PM