Target is a black hole for all my money. I go in there for a few little things like Q tips and toilet paper and end up walking out of there with Q tips, TP, a few tank tops, a new bra, toothbrushes, a cord for my ipod, some cool looking stuff for my hair, new sandals and $100 poorer. This happens every time. Every damn time. Target has some sort of power over me and my debit card. As soon as the electric doors whoosh open, I go all zombie. Instead of needing brains to survive, I need a bunch of useless crap. I'm practically shuffling around there with my wallet open in one hand dragging my dead leg behind me moaning "Lip gloss! Liiiiiiip gloooooooss!"
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- Leah
- San Diego, CA, United States
- My name is Leah and I live in San Diego, CA. I'm a pretty big nerd: I love movies, books, and TV...a LOT. I work full time for a credit union and go to school at night. I am also currently in a intramural bar team, The Ponies, we meet multi-annually and take over the bars of Pacific Beach. If you come to PB Bar & Grill brunch over any holdiay you will probably see us in action (just look for the team jerseys, loud talking, and shot glasses lined up), and trust me, we are a force to be reckoned with. When I'm not focusing on those important goals, I spent a lot of time cooking, reading, watching movies, thinking about taking long walks on the beach but then end up hanging out with my posse, eating cheese, and perfecting the iced tea to sweetener ratio.<
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