the inner struggle on a may morning

well, the sale in topshop uselessly rages on. (seriously, there is like nothing in it) so I decided to have a bored look around the section for the new stock. get it while it's hot etc...you know the drill. so imagine my surprise when i unearthed, nothing. sweet f all.
it never used to be like this!!! I wailed into my lukewarm diet coke. there once was a time when a simple trip to topshop could leave me broke for weeks after....arms scratched by hangers, nails torn from ripping things off rails, handbag battered from beating people for the last clutch bag. but alas, either my style has ventured totally into the land of vintage or, i am quite simply. bored of topshop.
i've heard about this happening to people. I don't really know of the cure. but, I suppose it would be nice if topshop pulled the finger out and graced us with some show stoppers. instead of the tat aimed at 15 year old style blinded neon clad underfed teeny boppers. come on topshop. show me the magic. make me feel the same way i felt walking into the shop at stevens green for the first time. that fainty thrill.
Don't make me take my paycheck (paycheck, what paycheck?) to urban outfitters.....