I am nuts about ordering things that are to be delivered to me by UPS, USPS, and any other channel that requires grown men to wear short pants. I am in a constant state of expectancy. What will come today? Will it be books? DVDs? Make-up?
I remember the first order I ever made. I ordered luggage through a very popular catalogue company, or at least it was at the time. They still call from time to time.... They can't have the luggage back.
I might have, what some may call, an addiction to mail order. I am further enabled by the internet, but let's be honest, there is a ton of great stuff to be mailed.
It is a shut-in's world, folks. I am a shut-in at heart.
I can't even begin to imagine the best thing I ever ordered. I think it would have to be my blue Jimmy Choos, or MAC cosmetics. I don't know. There is too vast a selection to choose from.
As weird as it sounds, I am not destitute. I am in debt though... What does destitute mean?
If you have ever called a credit card 800 number at 4 am, then you are my kin. If you have ever been lured by Leeza, or scintillated by Cindy, then you know me. If you have never missed out on a one time offer, you are my peeps.
Come kinsmen and kinwomen, time is almost up call in the next 6 minutes and get an additional 50% off.
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