Confessions Of A Shopaholic Page #3

- Take the lamp!

- It's here!

- Bloomingdale's...

- Hospital for depression.

- Detained in Finland on work.

Visa, dead dog.

All City Debt Collection.

You have to do it.

- Hello! Hi!

- Ms. Bloomwood?

- Hello.

- I'm sorry. It's actually not.

She's still recovering from...

You know... OK.

I'll have her call you as soon as...

- Yes?

- As soon as she's come back

- from... From...

- Finland! Finland!

- Clearly she's not too...

- Aah!

Why do so many of your excuses

involve Finland?

'Cause no one checks up

on Finland, Tarkie.

How am I going to pay you the rent now?

Well, I'm ripping up your rent check!

No, Suze, you can't do it again.

It's my apartment,

well, my parent's apartment,

- but it's my rules.

- I'm gonna buy you the biggest present.

I am! I know where I'm going to go.

There's a sale at Macy's!

Tarkie...

I'll be at my place.

Thanks, baby. Bex, I'll get

the tequila, you get the bills.

I'll do this. It can't be that bad.

It's just like a Band-Aid.

It's gonna be fine.

Bex! Two hundred dollars

on Marc Jacobs underwear?

Oh, underwear is a basic human right.

Seventy-eight dollars

on lavender honey!

I felt sorry for the shop assistant.

She had a lazy eye.

I didn't know which way

she was looking. It was so sad.

I can't even talk about this one.

A foot spa? What were you

doing at a foot spa?

Let's take a break.

They said I was a valued customer.

Now they send me hate mail.

Bex.

Oh, God...

How are you going to pay off

sixteen thousand twelve hundred

and 62 dollars

and 70 cents with no job?

I could win the lottery.

Maybe you should have a backup plan.

Oh! Backup plan, I got it, I got it.

Backup plan.

OK. When Tarkie

thought of his dream job,

he, um, wrote this proposal

just about him, you know,

what he's made of

and that's what you can do.

You can write a fashion piece

and send it to Alette.

Like, "Hey, Alette, look what I can do!"

You just gotta figure out

what to write about.

"Consider your shoe an investment.

Everything is resting upon it.

The most important point

is that every shoe

should earn its place in your..."

Bex, this is so funny. You're so smart.

- You're the best writer ever!

- Do you like it?

- You're fabulous!

- Wait! Another one.

To that guy at that savings thingy

magazine who didn't hire me.

"Dear Uptight Editor...

- You can stick your job up your ass."

- Man on a bike!

Hello!

"Here's $20. Buy yourself

some decent clothes."

I'm back!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

This is for Alette magazine.

Please, please. Kiss it for good luck.

- Mwah!

- And this one...

...is for Mr. Successful Saving.

Bleah... Money, money, money.

I better get the job, I've got no money.

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