Shopping > Gym.

Today I drove home from the office with the full intention of going to the gym.
It's now just past eight, I've come home with shopping bags instead of burnt calories.

Sometimes I think I should attempt to put my priorities in order.
Though, when it really comes down to it,
I'd mostly rather go with "What would Blair do?"
Which consequently is... go shopping & then marry Chuck Bass.

I guess eights' not too late...

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