What’s in my basket?
I have a zillion online baskets full of stuff hovering in cyberspace waiting for me make a decision. ‘Take me, Emma. Take me and watch the quality of your life improve. Watch your dreams and hopes get into a car, drive really fast (faster than Corey Haim) and realise themselves once you purchase these shoes, this dress, this ring shaped like a rabbit…’. Sad state of affairs. Right now I have baskets at Schudoo, Amazon, Etsy, Modcloth, Kurt Geiger and Culture Label (I mean actually open on my laptop – there are approximately 34,073,001 Emma-related baskets out there in cybershoppingspace).
I think I need the Amazon basket most. These books are things I NEED, or at least I think I need. They’ll make me feel happy for a second or more, and might even make me smarter, or funnier, or something. And something is better than nothing, right? 'The Satorialist', 'One Letter Words: A Dictionary' and 'Naive. Super'.
Shitfuckfudge. Maybe it’s time to ban the basket, but only after I’ve got the ring shaped like a rabbit. I know it’ll make me soooooooo happy.