Shopping Fever

I have a shopping fever. It's seems incurable. And if it doesn't disappear, my bank account will die.
Tuesday I went shopping with a friend who loves to spend. I'm sure she does have more money to spend than me. So actually I must not compare my financial status with hers. But girls, you know, do it anyway; scared their girlfriends look 'hipper', more glamorous or more beautiful than themselves. Anyway, luckily she didn't buy as much as I did. (and she has a different taste than mine) As I come to think of it: I didn't buy that much at all. Just a long sleeved t-shirt and a woolen sweater. And sports gear (2 t-shirts and pants). The underwear I bought and Clinique-facial day cream don't count. So I will shop till I drop in the nearest shopping city, next Saturday. Because my closet has a lack of nice winter pants, one or two pair of nice and smooth working shoes, some skirts and a jacket or two. Maybe some one could lend me his/her largely filled bank account??
Yes, underwear and sports gear don't count as new clothes. You just need it. It's something like a good body lotion or that facial cream from above. A girl needs it, it's like part of her being. Without, you're not complete. So it's unfair that we have to buy it with our own money; it should be subsidized by the ministry of welfare or the department of Health or by MEN. Same for the things you need, to protect you during your menstruation (I can't remember the word in English). And the pills you need to take because you suffer while 'the Russians are on visit'. It simply isn't fair that men don't have to spend their money on bras, the pill and facial cream. (we have to because we are forced to do so by an extremely agressive power called the fashion industry)
And still, I will go out on a second shopping day, this very Saturday, despite the lack of big budget. Maybe my lovely boyfriend will accompaign me. And he may have mercy with my special girlie needs. Maybe, maybe... Until then, I'll just keep on suffering from that awful shopping fever.
You know, if it was in my possibilities, I would go on a quick walking round trough the city every week. But then I would also buy every weekend. That would be an addiction 'pur sang'. So I am proud of myself that I can oblige myself to stay at home, doing useful things in the house, and just visit the city centre and its lovely shops just once in a few weeks. It also makes me less unhappy, because I protect myself from all these confrontations with all these awesome clothes, jewelry and cute little (but 'oh so useless') gadgets. They are always looking at you with those begging big and sweet eyes like young puppies, shouting "buy me, buy me, I look lovely on you, you look lovely with me on, buy me!!!!". Who can stand this begging, anyway??? No one can! Well then, you understand me. No cure for this disease. Just a credit card.