I have a serious problem. One about which I lie, and when asked, one I hide. It is my addiction to clothing and shoes. I've had this problem for a while, for example, when I lived in California, I bought a pair of Charles David shoes, and hid them in the trunk of my car. I'd put on my regular shoes and then put on my Charles David shoes once I got out to my car and then reverse the process when I got home. Hiding them from Zule I suppose, although I doubt he'd care. Last night, I took inventory, I have fifteen outfits I have not yet worn, with tags on them and 27 pairs of shoes. Oddly, all I ever really wear is a pair of cutoffs, a wife beater and Convers. I buy shit I never fucking wear at all, just to buy it. That's okay. Admitting you have a problem is the first step. No more purchases for me! For God's sake people, if you see me heading to Cherry Bomb, please intervene. Its gotten ugly.
Here is a flashback for zule
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