You want to know something? Last week, I went out and bought some amazing clothing pieces. I was as excited as a shoppaholic could be, swinging my shopping bags down the street, spinning and leaping like I was a dancer in f**king West Side Story. An hour later and across Manhattan island, I realized I wasn't swinging my bags any longer. I didn't have anything in my hand, Yes my dear readers, I lost my clothes, somewhere in between Soho and Chelsea. And I was not about to run around stinky 90 degree NYC.
Moral of the story?
You tell me.