THE BUCKS

i've been spending a TON of money lately on just god knows what around here; yesterday i bought an entire jacket made from cashmere, and i've never even had a cashmere sweater until this year (it's less itchy, but is it worth tripple the price of regular wool? does this make me a racist?). All this money spending, contrary to popular belief, has failed to make me feel good. i'm not a satisfied shopper. clothing, shoes, watch, jacket, dinner, gifts... hell even REI shizzle doesn't give me that oh-god-i-just-ate-another-Choco-Taco endorphin rush. i suppose i'll have to graduate to the one consumable that might actually thrill me: sex toys. as of december 8, 2004 i own zero sex toys.