This year, I refused to fall victim to Black Friday’s alluring advances. Don’t get me wrong, she was aesthetically appealing: wearing the Black Rinse Denim Levis Trucker of my dreams, Alternative Apparel Over-Dyed Rocky Zip-Up Hoodie I always wanted, and the pair of navy blue Vans Chukka Buckle-Backs I had every intention of buying. But that was the problem, she was too beautiful. Millions of men AND women from all over America would stand in lines stretched for miles just to catch one glimpse of her, but not me, not this year. Instead, I found a new woman of interest, and her name is Cyber Monday. Cyber Monday is just as beautiful as Black Friday, only difference is Cyber Monday is much cleaner, less troublesome, technology savvy, and solely focused on me.
