Shopaholic right over here. I love buying new things. Take me into a second hand store or op shop and I’ll claw my way out screaming. Screw old things, bring in the new, that’s what I say. Since my income could no longer keep up with my spending, my boyfriend stepped in. I think he wants to compensate for working all the time and not being around to cuddle so he just throws money at me. He’s paid for my new refrigerator and my new white goods like the dishwasher and washing machine. He let me choose everything as well. I chose the top market stuff, the most expensive things in the catalogue, cos, why not? You only live once right, and probably only date rich guys once too.
I don’t understand why my new fridge is broken already. I mean, it must have been just really bad luck because who buys a new fridge that just weeks later requires refrigerator repairs. Around Sydney, there are plenty of good companies that fix your dodgy fridges. It was still under warrantee at least which was good. But when my old man came home and saw the docket (which I had to show the repairs guy) his jaw hit the floor.
‘How much did you spend on this fridge?! He screamed.
‘I thought you said I could have anyone I wanted.’
‘Not for fifteen grand!’
So I guess he didn’t approve of all my spending after all. It was a really nice fridge though, it had a retro design. After the Westinghouse repairs incident, he never did trust me with any spending. Before he used to hand over his credit card which I could snatch from his fingers during a brief kiss, now he wants to know what I’m buying before he ‘invests’. I told him,
‘Well if I was dating someone eighteen years younger than me I wouldn’t be so uptight!’