In life, I hate wanting things. If I want something too much I turn into a sizzling knot of white-hot anxiety, and I do not handle disappointment well.
If we're talking pure unadulterated consumerism, I love wanting things. I have tabs open on my browser that haven't been closed in weeks, just so I can click over whenever I like to oogle pretty shiny things that I can't afford.
Here are May's obsessions for your viewing pleasure.
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