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December 2013

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Once a day—if not more—I find an excuse to go to Wal-mart, that most beautiful store. I just can’t help myself, and although it’s not a habit I deplore, I find myself going more and more often, more than ever before. Wal-mart is my last remaining solace, a reprieve from the weight of the world that I can’t bear anymore; for a few moments, the fetters of my life I can easily ignore. I step inside the building, check my persona at the door—any pain or suffering that I wore simply melts into a puddle of the floor; even though I am trapped inside the confines of the store, my soul seems to soar—it’s not in the least bit a chore to saunter for hours while I explore.

Comments

Yes, shopping can be very distracting and theraputic.

Walmart is an evil corporation, but, despite my loathing, I can't seem to help going there. They just have SO MUCH STUFF!
Tehehe, I have the same problem! I just can't help myself; I go to Wal-mart ALL THE TIME! Do you ever go there and walk around for a really long time but only buy like one cheap item?