I wonder if there's a limit of how much you can bring back with you on the plane? It would be suck if I bought all these gorgeous outfits, and then the rinky dink customs officer, decides to detain them. I doubt it, but I can't be too sure. Another obsession of mine is siding up to other people's cars with my car to catch the tune drifting out of their stereo. My friends would be crammed into my Celica, going, " ****. Jay Z." and we'd drive off in search of the Ramones. I know it sounds nuts. But we do that. Probably out of post-teenage boredom.
