I smell like a baby prostitute.

My friend Sarah and I put on our Thursday best and went to Sears today. I was going to buy a baby blue sewing machine that was supposed to be on sale but then it wasn't, so instead she pretended she was J-Lo and I did my best to be Britany Spears. Spears at Sears. Ha. Anyway, have you smelled Britany's Bi-Curious perfume? It's actually not that bad for the first 5 minutes. And NOW, well, you know my affliction. I'm kind of pissed about the whole sewing machine fiasco. We went to the Hudson Bay Company, which is like the big Marshall Fields store in Chicago and it's already Christmas there. Consume consume, I bought some fake birds for my Christmas tree. They are really cute. The October thanksgiving is throwing off my Christmas timing. I'm all screwed up now, and I'm ready to put up my tree tonight instead of writing a 3000 word essay on the body image of women during the Art Nouveau period. Sigh. Anybody seen my boyfriend? Me neither...