I don’t know about you, but I surely enjoy shopping. Whether I shop for books [ah, sweet pleasure!] or I simply buy groceries, it really is a relaxing activity. I love hypermarkets. I always find it hard to make up my mind when I’m faced with shelves and shelves of merchandise. And, like any other woman which respects herself, I buy lots of unnecessary stuff, only for the mere pleasure of buying them

The best part of being in Baia Mare is going shopping with my parents. Needless to say that they buy me everything I want and not actually need I buy all kinds of beer and chocolate, shower gels and fruits, cat toys and other stupid things.

But there’s only a problem with this. If there’s a stupid/ugly/idiot shop assistant, it’s likely that he’ll hit on me Just like today. I was in the pet shop look for stuff for uRMa. A shop assistant came and started talking to me. At first I thought he was just doing his job but then I saw he was really trying to impress me. He kept on talking about cat food and toys and how the shop is arranged and he made pitiful jokes and tried to find out stuff about me. Of course I ignored his questions, grabbed the cat food, paid for it and went out. I simply hate it when that happens! Why the heck do I act like a magnet for freaks? [not those freaks we all love, but the other ones, the really freaks!]. Bleah! After such an encounter I feel sooo lame. Yeak! Thank God I still had more shopping to do and I forgot about that incident.

Shopping list:

beer

cat food

cat toy

cat shampoo

shower gel

chocolate

pears

watermelon

cheese

ham

yogurt

milk

juice