Credit cards are every shopaholics dream. I mean, it's like an all access pass to every pair of Paige jeans and Free People tops with those cute TopShop shoes to kiss your outfit off with a finished kiss all wrapped up in a little 2x3 in silver card with your name embossed on the front. And then, to top it all off, you get these little rewards. You see the rewards number growing with every purchase you make with your little all access pass and you're like "freak yeah I just got $3.58 richer for maxing this little baby out and making my minimum payment 4 days late!"
I am a firm believer in cute boys smiles and 11:11 wishes and good luck Halloween kisses and lots of other things, but if I could stress my belief in one thing (aside from the truthfulness of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) it would most definitely be the power of retail therapy my friends. And I would like to thank my handy dandy credit card-and I must give some credit to Diet Coke too- for numbing some of the pain experienced by stupid boys and gossiping girls and too much homework.
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