The dangers of lighted shelves.

I went to that black and white shop that sells cosmetics on the internet and in the mall and rhymes with nephora the other day. That. Place. Is. Not. For. Punks. I just went to get some brush cleaner. Ten bucks a pop, okay? I was at the register when these lit up shelves started calling to me… Hey, loook over heeeere…. Remember that product by philosophy and this NARS set and that Benefit stuff and and and… The room started spinning, everything went black and I woke up with a huge black and white bag full of stuff. Don’t tell hubby. Oh and hubby if you read this, somebody’s been playing with my blog. That’s my story. I’m sticking to it.