Is ebay better than a boyfriend?
Edited by SECONDARY
As my friend facebook’s me regarding her bidding woes over oroton handbags, I started to realise that I hate bidding on ebay. I don’t get the gamblers thrill – I need a xanax. I don’t like the heart break of losing out to some anonymous wench who will soon have her dirty hands on my Lip Service top. DNW. Bidding on Ebay is like a relationship doomed from the start. I hate the chase. I should be chased – My TUK heels are not made for running after someone, nor for proverbially on the internet. I hate even being near the casino. Why would I want to combine something I hate with something I love? Betting and shopping in my mind is like an abusive relationship. There is no thrill in the chase. Heartbreak and loss is a relationship lesson I have already learnt from boys and I am not willing to get a backhand from what lets me escape romance bullshit. Or maybe I’m being too sensitive over the whole internet bidding thing. Now that I think about it, I never was good at forums. No one does, or ever will, know who I am in reality and yet I’m still too shy to type…For now however, I’m sticking with “Buy it Now!”
My Weeks:
The Shits…
- Christmas shopping is over!
- The Fame: Monster
- Two sleeps and my love is with me once more for Christmas <3
The Pits…
- Alice Dellal claiming in the latest British Vogue that she’s a punk. I love her, but shaving ones head does not a punk make. Many of my punk friends would be very offended by a high fashion model claiming that. *shake of head*
- RIP Brittany Murphy. Amazing in Girl, Interrupted.




























