Okay, scary, I know. I am not a crazy cat lady in my sixties, afraid to leave the house and buying feline scratch posts from the latest infomercial. I am a fairrly hip, thirty-something chick that cannot stop watching QVC. It is, for me, like a train wreck, crack, hot sex, lottery tickets, and more all rolled up into a 24-7 tv channel that I cannot turn away from. Not only do I watch, but I shop too! I buy it all. They can make the most lame, mundane product sound like the most must-have item on earth! Is there a support group out there? QVC Annonymous anyone? I purchase things I never knew I needed, 3 frying pans in aqua blue that match the kitchen counter tops that I actaully hate. Various clothes from Denim and co. that I found heinous at first glance but slowly got reeled into their schpeel and now believe I am fashion forward. Oh and don't even get me started on the cosmetics. I NEED that stuff. I buy hundred dollar wrinkle cream when I still constantly get carded. I buy the latest Hollywood makeup when I barely have time for chapstick. My hair craves their volumizing spray, my eyes need , "bullet-proof" (what?) eyeliner, my lips need gloss that will never wash off! When the carboard boxes line up on my front porch I feel vindicated, happy, relaxed and broke. But I have a new friend in the UPS guy and lots and lots of new, shiny stuff!
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