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Shopping spree and fortune telling

people don't know what a shopping blitz is till they've met me.

Much like all other aspects of my life I'm an extremist when it comes to shopping. I don't shop for months on end, and then make up my mind all this time.

Many times, the clothes are no longer available- especially since I'm a size 8 living in the city. Size 8s are always one of the 1st sizes to go in the city. It's like all the skinny bitches shop in the city and all the normal people shop in shopping centres. Whatever.

Anyway, this time, I went on my blitz but the stakes have been upped. I've literally been dreaming of the sexiest red dress I've ever seen for months on end (Autumn/Winter Season so you can imagine how long it's been out). It's the colour that's so sexy.

It's just this unbeliveable shade of red. It's like blood red. A very very deep red, bright but not too bright so that it's not fire-engine. Deeper. Yet still very red. Very rich. Very satin.

Catch? It cost $400.

I sat on it for months, before finally walking in, to find out it wasn't in my usual sizes 1 and/or 2. Then finding out that it was available in size 2 in Sydney. (1 dress left in the whole of Australia!!!!) Problem was that size 2 doesn't fit me as well.

I thought I'd sit round and think some more. Is it fate that I can't get it? Should I let it go?

Then I literally dreamt about it last night, realised I wasn't going to ever let it go and went for broke.

I decided to try the size 0 available in store and buy it if it fit on the spot or order in the size 2.

It fit. I bought it.

Not only am I happy I have the dress, I fit a size 0!!!! YAY! it's a tiny tiny tiny bit tight but it's not like I have trouble zipping it up or anything. It's just my huge torso and ribs. Bloody ribs.

Also managed a bargain with my peacock earrings. I'd been eyeing them at a friend's sister's store for $45. I bought mine for $20. YAY!

Bought my guardian his birthday present. Now all I need to do is TALK TO THEM. *sighs* and while talking to the saleslady, it turns out that she's in ethics and communications, and that she's meeting some top copywriter of Pantene for dinner tonight, and she'll hook me up if need be.

I was like. OK! I mean, even if I get spam forevermore, if I can't stay, well then it won't matter will it? Only a month of spam, I can hack it.

This does mean that I'm BROKE though. ahhh 3-day skiing holiday! Queensland diving!!!! NOOOOO!!!!! I think I'm gonna have to call off diving and do that another time when I'm earning pots of money

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Erlin read my palm today because I asked her. Apparently she's freakishly accurate about your past and present (hence by insinuation about your future) and about the entire store has had their palms read by her.

She's been right every single time- even the boss has had his palm read by her. And she's said some quite unhappy home truths about people, and yet she's been right, like when she read someone's palm and said, "The person you're with right now. You don't really love them. You love someone else, and you should go after that person" and the someone actually didn't say anything and looked rather disturbed instead.

I mean, it's normally the fruitcakes we associate with palm reading and all that, but she's been accurate thus far, so I thought I'd ask her to read mine for some fun and laughter.

Take note she doesn't know much about me. She was right. Again. She looked really puzzled when staring at my palm though, as if she didn't know what to make of it before finally telling me everything as a series of questions because it was like she'd discovered a new side to me she'd never seen before.

"You've had to make a lot of very tough decisions on your own from a very young age. Why?"

She was right. and I simply told her I've been here since I was 14. DUH. Of course she doesn't know about my numerous crusades and campaigns, my tough choices I've made and the little private non-published rant I have on this blog about how I feel 84 because I seem to have to make things happen all by myself all the time. She didn't ask, I didn't tell her.

Then she looked even more puzzled. Smoothing my hand with hers and furrowing her brow before saying

"And you have alot of admirers. But you keep turning them down. Why? They're not just admirers. They seem to be in love with you"

I choked back a laugh. "Things just don't really work out I guess" I tell her.

I haven't told her any of this, and no one at work really knows half a thing about my love life.

She peers at my palm again. "You're getting married at 28"

I recoil. "I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!!!!!"

Linda's there and she laughs. "That's 4 years."

I yell back "FIVE! I HAVE FIVE!!!"

Linda laughs. She's never seen me so panicky before.

"and you'll have one kid" I accept this possibility. I've always intended to adopt one from a 3rd world country.

Then she looks really puzzled again. You're gonna climb the career ladder really really quickly no matter what you do.

I take that as a good sign. I wonder if my palm will change overnight if I decide to embark on a singing career.

You have a potential to be really really rich, but you may not. She points to a fork in my money line. It's not really a fork because the left fork is atcually a part of a semi-loop between my 2nd and 4th fingers, but she percieves it as thus.

You'll never be hungry though.

You'll either keep earning until you're really comfortable and reasonably rich and then stop, or you'll just keep on going. You have the potential to be very very rich she says because of this line, she points to my equally faint line heading straight up my third finger. Power and money she says.

I nod thinking about it. She says no matter I'll be rich, it's just a matter of how much.

I feel slightly better after my shopping binge. More money to come. That's alright by me. So long as i'm not hungry for the rest of my life.

I feel comfortable about that.

Well, if any of it comes true that is.

posted by sway @ 7:21 PM