life is already dull and boring without the bright spot of aly in it.
i really need to get to fucking work on my class. maybe now i will be able to accomplish something on it, while being lonely and all.
i went to the weigh and pay today to kill some time before work. to me, going to the weigh and pay is a joyous and rapturous experience unlike any other shopping excursion. pawing through the giant, heaping bins of early '90s laura ashley-esque floral dresses and size XXL purple denim vests just soothes me. call me materialistic if you must, but rifling through the dirty plastic tubs of mismatched shoes, richard simmons cassette tapes, and stained stuffed animals is some sort of cathartic experience for me. sometimes my weigh and pay trips are fruitless, producing no important thrifting finds. other times, like today, i find '80s scrunch boots, "the home veterinarian's handbook," a swiss air bag, a great pair of shoes for Kt, a little girl's mary-kate and ashley skirt (for kat, perhaps?), a pair of great aviators, a fucking awesome watch that just needs a battery, and a really cute purple kensie-girl top that i swear i saw in one of their ads in a magazine. fuck yeah. all this for 8 bucks, too.
oh shit, i am late for work.
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ah, man. you should dress me up, too. gods know I end up looking like I'm going to play polo when I try.
also, this is my official notification that I read each post with bright eyes and hairy legs. or something like that.
OMG scrunch boots. Gems like that are worth every session.
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