If you'd of told me that one day I'd have a giant walk-in closet overflowing with clothes, I'd of laughed in your damn face.
Me, with a walk-in closet, full of clothes? I don't fucking think so.
But, it's true. I do. And, the worst part of it is that I don't wear 85% of it. Seriously guys, there are dresses with price tags, shoes that have only been worn twice, fabulous coats that are collecting dust-balls on the shoulders and hangers full of jeans that for some reason or another fit me perfectly in the store but are all wrong in the crotch or the gut afterwards.
I've thought about tossing out a few articles of clothing, maybe having a yard sale, but my hoarder mentality always takes over & I start to think, "I could totally wear this to that one thing that might come up in about 6 months."
However bad my shopping problem is, it's no where near as bad as these freakin' nut jobs:
Who in their right mind would spend their rent money on a bunch of crap? Where are you gonna keep all that if you don't have a house?
You know those homeless people are totally gonna go savage on all your name brand clothes when you have to hit up that shelter. Truth is, that cashmere sweater you probably paid $800 for is gonna end up being some bums very expensive toilet paper.
Also, I dont know if I'm just a bad person or what but I couldn't help but laugh at that last girl, crying on the floor, clutching onto the clothes, and saying "I just wanna have nice things," between sobs. Talk about being overly dramatic.
(fyi: this was my pathetic attempt at turning 3 random thoughts into a post. Yeah, a full closet, a new show, and bums using cashmere as TP is what you guys get. Lucky, right?)
The original video I had up showing the epic crying fit was taken down by the use & sadly all youtube had left was this cut version. Meh.