I stopped at Target the other day because I needed a new toothbrush, and because I had nothing better to do. Turns out, they were having lots of sales. I figured, fuck it, shopping always make me feel better.




I only chose things that were navy blue or dark orange. I have no idea why.



I felt no better leaving the store, and I was $100 more poor than when I entered the store.
Retail therapy my ass.