nowadays,not only can I buy gifts that the people I fancy really want – it means I can spend the holiday season with them instead of in a queue at SuperdrugAs a journalist, I have no shame when it comes to oversharing. I’m always spilling embarrassing secrets for money. I’ve admitted the truth about my masturbation habits, or my anxiety disorder and my scented candle obsession. But there’s one portion of my life that I’ve been too ashamed to write about until now. I bloody fancy shopping.
Im a swinger of carrier bags,a sniffer of perfume samples, a fiend for the shiny and new. The conception of Black Friday (the shopping event imported from the US where Christmas shopping is kickstarted with a series of deals and discounts) makes my heart beat faster. But admitting to this is akin to outing yourself as a serial kitten puncher.
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Source: theguardian.com