Who wants to go to IKEA and leave with a Hot Dog?!

Okay, so I'm a little weird.  I get this.  When I have a day completely free, what do you think I do with it?  Go for a hike?  Wrong.  Read a good book?  Nope.  Spend time browsing various Targets and Malls in the LA area, and maybe taking a trip to the Burbank IKEA, just to walk around the showroom, marketplace, and maybe leave with a hot dog and Diet Pepsi?  You got it.  BINGO!  I could(and do) spend hours browsing.  Not shopping.  I can't spend hours shopping, because I don't have the uh, oh you knoooow, whaddya call it?  Oh yeah.  Money.  Sometimes I will go to Nordstrom, and just try on clothes, and dream about what it would be like to actually buy a complete outfit, or even just one shirt, without it completing depleting my bank account.  What a day that would be!  I'll do this at Anthroplogie, too.  Grab a pile of beautiful clothes, sometimes from the "Sale!" rack(fooling myself into thinking I might actually walk out with something), take them to the dressing room and try them on.  I am the dressing room girl's nightmare.  I walk in with all these clothes, only to hand them all back to her when I'm done.  She'll sometimes look at me in amazement, surely thinking "My GOD!  Seriously?!  You're telling me NONE of these worked for you?! Wtf?!"  But what she actually says to me, with a perfectly patronizing tone, is "Aww, none of these worked out?  I'm sorry." Of course, I smile, and say "Not really.  Thank you."  When what I really want to say is "YES!  Almost ALL of them worked out, and they are so beautiful and I would look AMAZING in ALL of these clothes, but I cannot afford ANY of them!!!  DO YOU HEAR ME?!  I HAVE NO MONEY!!!  WHY, GOD?!  WHYYYYYY CAN'T I JUST BUY ONE OUTFIT FROM ANTHROPOLOGIE?!"  Wow.  I went really far with that, didn't I?  Eh, not far enough.  I'm still censoring myself, because my Mom reads this and she is wary about me putting things out there for all the world to read.  Anyway, I guess it is a bit torturous to try on clothes you can't have, but a bigger part of me(not my ass) likes imagining what I will one day be able to have.  That's the optimist in me.  Thankfully, no matter how dark or depressing times can get, the optimist in me always wins.  And yes, I do think of non-material things, just not as much as I think about clothes.