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So apparently, as far as the stores in my city are concerned, there is NO SUCH THING as orange socks. Let alone LONG orange socks! Cor blimey. Velma is not going to be happy.

I hate shopping. I hate it so bad, it’s driving me mad, it’s driving me mad.

When I know exactly what I want, that means that I’m absolutely not going to get it. Shouldn’t it be good to know what I’m looking for? But no. Not for me. When I know what I want, it’s not in style yet.

I would bet somebody a lot of money that next year I’m going to find the coat I wanted this year. But by then, I won’t want it anymore. Because everyone else will be wearing it.

I swear. I’m into EVERYTHING years (or decades) too late or too early. I liked Hilary Duff before everyone else did. Lizzie McGuire was like one of the few shows I actually watched regularly, except they changed the time, and I realized she was really annoying, so then I stopped watching, and then everyone else started.

Anyway, a few years ago I was looking for a white coat. I wasn’t too concerned with specifics. I just knew that I wanted a white coat. I wanted it to be warm. I was envisioning a puffy white coat. That would be perfect.

But no. No puffy white coats to be found.

And guess what? This year, those puffy white gangsta coats are everywhere. They stole the idea from me. They said…

…

Okay. I was trying to think of what they would say, but I’m not up with the gangsta lingo, and I didn’t want to look like a fool trying to impersonate them.

So, basically, these gangster kids know that I’m hip. And they were able to see into my brain and saw that I can predict what the trends will be.

And I said “let there be puffy white coats”.

And there were.

A year too late.

I love Ross. That is my absolute favourite clothing store. Hell, that’s the ONLY clothing store I go to. The only problem? The closest one is IN ANOTHER COUNTRY.

I have decided that my once a year shopping spree, each summer, is just not enough. Because I can only get summer, and maybe a few fall, clothes. I need new clothes twice a year. I need to go on winter break as well.

Just twice. Twice a year. I will never need to set foot in a clothing store for the rest of the year. That’s all I’m asking.

Is two shopping sprees a year too much to ask?