Mart of Shame
Blogging from the bathroom as you can see by the row of bath products behind me. Not doing anything I cannot talk about though. Somedays the bathroom is the only place I can escape, not that today was one of those days. Today was good.
We made a couple of ghouls as mentioned previously, Gentry crushed one and decided I deserved the lesser of the two. As usual.
We also went to the library. We do this every week, it is nice to get out and not spend the moneys but get to come home with a bag full of lovelies. I LURV the library. We even attend library events, which draws quite the crowd. Crowds are not my favorite, especially at Wal-mart which I have not been to in a long time. Like nearing two years I bet. Take that you big man eating machine.
I was at Wal-mart one time and saw a customer spit on a worker. On purpose. I swear. It was a big brawl in the parking lot and scared me even though I was not even that close. But I started to think about the car bomb he had that he was going to use as I drove by and you know, the usual death threat type stuff.
Also, one time at Wal-mart, this was pretty close to the end of our relationship, I was trying to get some things for my sisters birthday party. There were a lot of people there because it was a Saturday night and I seriously had thoughts similar to, if not exactly like the following, “Get out of my way before I ram my cart into you.” Except in my head it was a lot meaner. So say it again, mean. Give it to me like you mean it. I figured after that Wal-mart and I needed to end our sordid affair, and I did.
Crowds and I just don’t really get along. Ever. I get bristly and start elbowing people, or thinking about it anyway.
A little bit of rage in here I bet.