Shopping with Mom

There's something about shopping with my Mom that usually puts me on edge. I think she is the one that ruined shopping for me; in fact I'm traumatized. As a youngster just wanting nothing more than to get the fuck out of the mall only to be held hostage in the womens bra section. I was definately traumatized.

To this day I can't be in any type of a store without going into,"I've got to get the fuck out of here" full fledge panic mode. I suppose that's a good thing, I don't waste a lot of money shopping but I also married a shopper so I'm right back to square one.

Today wasn't that bad to tell you the truth, it's been much worse in the past.

I'm so fucking tired right now; sleep for me.