The Theoretical Shopaholic

While I don’t plan on turning this into a Vice-style ‘Look at this thing I found that, although a harmless household item, sounds like a swear word/sex aid/Craigslists MFM posting,’ this had to get a mention. B brought it back from a mega Wal-Mart. My very own premium pack of Fudge Sauna. Even though the front of the packaging doesn’t actually specify what it is (only that it’s ‘self heating’ and ‘hot vanilla’), I’ll assume, from the pic, that it’s a face mask… and will give me an awful, fudgy eye infection.

This mask from Ghost World is like the opposite of an impulse buy. Something you see somewhere and want for years, waiting until you find a way to actually buy it from someone, somewhere. And yes, I’ve checked in sex shops. I am in Montreal, after all. No dice.

Maybe I’ll have to settle for this copy of Enid’s raptor tee.