[photo courtesy technology & the work bathroom]
Dear Vintage Warehouse One Block From My Apartment,
Every week, I tell myself I'm never going back to you. You're just too tempting, and if I go inside, it's almost certain I'll buy something I don't really need. "But where else will you find a sequined jumpsuit?" I'll ask myself. "How can you survive without a square dance dress?" And when almost everything is $10, you make it so easy to go crazy.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming you. I'm just saying our relationship has become a little less like a friendship and a little more like an addiction. I would say we should take a break, but let's be honest. I can never get enough of you.
At least you're not heroin,
note: this is a picture of me, so there's really no reason to black-bar the eyes...I just find it amusing.