::mean streak::
i should never be allowed inside a target ever, ever again.
good lord.
i went in with a very specific purpose (funny that the one thing i went in for is just about the only thing i didn't walk out with).
and here's the thing. it's so easy to blow $100 cause you just keep seeing all this cute shit for like $10, so you figure, what the hell? it's cheap, i should get it. so you do, and then before you know it you're leaving with a shitload of new scarves (which you are in no short supply of to begin with - please, i have two drawers overflowing with scarves, plus about 20 of them hanging in various spots around my room), ANOTHER purse you'll use maybe once, fancy shampoos & conditioners, plus, you get on an oral hygiene kick and buy all kinds of new goodies, expensive unnecessary make-up removers (like you ever wash that black shit off yr eyes anyway), and oh yes, a new pink shirt you saw last minute and just haaaaaaaddddd to have.
stop me.
shit.
also: i am not allowed to go to quizno's for the next month.
i've always hated quizno's, but now that we live right by one, coupled with the fact that i am a lazy ass who never grocery shops or cooks, i have become a REGULAR.
yes, a regular.
i fear the day they call me by name, and make me my "usual".
while we're on a roll, allow me to also tell you what a fucking whore for my cell phone i now am. not that i'm actually making calls on it, no. but i have become obsessed with how tiny and cute it is, and all the graphics i can put on it, and yes, i'm officially a douche bag, i'm so into these music ringtones. it plays the ACTUAL SONGS when it rings.
kill me. now.
am i turning into a YUPPIE!?
jesus, mary, & josephine baker.
i very well may be turning into a yuppie though as i am also going to start doing pilates.
what's next? starbucks?
christ almighty.
[in other news, i wish to hell that i could play by ear. i want so badly to learn a couple of these songs from my grandpa's cd, but i suuuuuuuuuuck.]
