I hate Christmas shopping. I like Christmas; but the necessity for presents irritates me. Not only deciding what other people want, often people I barely know, but having to tell people what I want.
If I want something; I buy it, therefore, everything I need, I own, everything I want – I own (within reason). So the majority of my Christmas presents are useless to me, and sit at the bottom of my wardrobe until I feel enough time has passed that I don’t feel bad throwing them away.
Christmas shopping is hideous.I ventured into Birmingham yesterday, beaten and battered in Debenhams by frantic women banging each other in the shins with bags of various festive shite. The irony of it all soon made me feel ill; ill to the point where i wanted to lie on the floor and demand someone fish out the various items I’d outlined on a hastily drawn up list.
“Mom – Somekind of book/Perfume”
“Brother – Alcohol”
I decided to forget it and buy myself an overpriced coat. I’ll try again next week.
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I tried to go to the Trafford Centre, i was almost killed by a woman in BHS …..
I was in the carpark for an hour trying to get home and bought nothing except a tshirt for myself… :[
Luckily i was rescued by online shopping – photo developing + frames!
There is still time yet!
Merry Christmas Jimmy! ^_^
I hope Santa is kind.
Comment by Amazingphil December 20, 2007 @ 5:23 pmI know exatcly what you fell about Christmas shopping. =/
Comment by Karen December 26, 2007 @ 10:27 pm