Errrrghhh. I've done it again. This morning I woke up feeling slightly queasy and I can't even blame it on a hangover. It's a feeling I know all too well: That faint unease I get whenever I go on a late night internet shopping binge, something I've been doing on a scarily frequent basis as of late.
The scenario is always the same. I decide to stay at home, get things done, have an early night, save some money (oh the irony!) blah blah blah. And then, usually around midnight, I start up Firefox and decide to go on ASOS/Topshop/Ebay 'just to have a little look'. A few clicks later and BAM! I have spent that week's rent money and half a dozen items I neither need nor can afford are winging their way to me, ready to drop on my doorstep within three to four working days.
I don't care to admit how many times this sordid little situation has acted itself out over the last few months. I think the particular lure of my Bookmarked sites is that they're inexpensive enough that you could easily find something you want for under twenty quid. No biggie, right? But where I begin to go horribly, horribly wrong is when I start looking for more stuff I 'need', just to justify the delivery price. Completely distorted logic, I know. But there you have it.
My name is Phoebe and I'm a Late Night Internet Shopaholic. Don't judge me for it, people. It's an addiction.
*DISCLAIMER: Not that I would know or anything...