Confessions…
“You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better.”
I deem yesterday “Confessions of a Shopaholic Day.” I finished the book yesterday at 6:03 am and saw the movie last night. Although I HATE when the book and the movie are different, these two totally have a spot on the list. I was actually afraid to keep reading when I was half way through the book because I felt like it was my diary from the future. I have about five things highlighted in the book that came directly out of my head. When I saw the Isla Fischer movie, I was in love. Number 1, the magazine she worked for was in the Hearst building. Hearst=love. Yes, love. It’s the dream place I need to work at least once in my life. Like Coach. Oh, Coach. You know how there’s a movie called Breakfast at Tiffany’s? My movie will be entitled Lunch at Coach. Anyway, back to Shopaholic (even though you can probably tell I have a problem by the last sidetrack)! Number 2, Luke Brandon. In the book he’s kind of an asshole, but like one of those awesome assholes. In the movie, he’s awesomely romantic. He has an accent and he’s determined, two qualities New York women love in men (although I’m not technically a New York woman yet). Anyways, these two things have definitely made me feel better about myself. Although I hope to God I have an awesomely romantic happy ending, I’ve realized other people possess my problem. Not that it’s a problem; I mean how is it a problem if you like to buy things? Anyways, with that said, I take new pride in being a shopaholic. I also take pride that I’m not in debt yet.
