I like Target, it's decently cheap, the clothes aren't awful, and sometimes the shirts have my comic book pals on them. You can get headphones, shampoo, an Icee, and a toilet seat cover in the same place. Great. The commercials for Target, however, make me want to trade places with Helen Keller for a while. Frugalista is made up bullshit and the ads are cloying.
My phone charger was left in Ohio. I'd blame myself, but why take responsibility for stuff now? Instead I'll just bitch about it. DAAAAAMMMIT. I like being moderately incommunicado, but at my choosing, not because I'm a negligent douche.
I'm losing my hair. It's falling the fuck out. I'm doing something about it, but nothing has happened yet, and I'm impatient. I thought my lustrous mane would last forever. Come on, I can't grow a beard, let me have some hair besides the increasing amount on my back.
Stan Van Gundy is an ugly, loud fuckeroo. But a good coach, I'll admit. Nice to see the Cavs win against the team that sank their playoff hopes last year. I'll watch LeBron anywhere, but it would be nice for Cleveland to win a title and keep him. Seems like that will be the only thing to keep him around, but we'll see. Like I know what I'm talking about.
How come I can't get no Tang 'round here?
That's it. That's all I'm peeved about for now, I think. No job yet, but that's such old hat I'm inured to it.
Love you.
11.11.2009
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this was truly something. i feel lighter.
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