i'm too tired to think of a witty title
I went to the mall tonight. I went to the mall for two reasons.
1. I needed cat food. The little pet store/adoption center downtown opened up a store in the Coral Ridge Mall (aka Evil Mall), and since they stay open later and are closer to my apartment, I went there to buy a 16.5 lb bag of cat food for a lot of money because it’s really good food and it’s also the only kind that doesn’t make Sunshine barf on the carpet. And I’m OK with spending a lot of money on their food if it means less barfing and more nutrition. This was a simple task.
2. To buy a new coffee pot. Mine died this morning, much to my surprise and displeasure. This was a personal trauma far too dramatic for 6:30 am. ‘It worked fine yesterday!’ I kept telling myself. Telling myself that, however, did not give me coffee. Looking now at the two on the counter, I see that my new coffee pot Means Business. It is black, whereas my other one was white. (Black = bad ass). The new one is a 12-cupper, whereas my previous white coffee pot was a wussy 4-cupper. So, I have a Big Sleek Black New coffee pot and the other one is going to that big Coffee Pot Graveyard in the sky. This (while it did involve navigating the crowd and dangerous cart activity in Target) was also a simple task.
The ugly part happened when I decide I wanted new clothes. I don’t know why I torture myself by thinking that I need new clothes. Actually going into a store, picking things out and trying them on, well, that's one small bit of it. The Entire Experience of shopping for clothes is another thing entirely.
Apparently - and I don’t know when this happened - but apparently clothing manufacturers stopped making clothing for real people. Or, at the very least, jeans. Jeans in modern society are made for little teeny girls with no hips or butts who like for the little bit of a butt they have to hang out the back of their pants all the time. I have witnessed this phenomenon many times, as I live in a college town, and I can only assume that since I don’t like to look at everyone else’s ass that others don’t want to see mine either. This leaves me in a conundrum that ends with me not buying jeans and me getting mad that I must have a misshapen body. More trauma, that resulted in me polishing off way too much mac and cheese.
Really I ate the mac and cheese because I was very hungry.
The shopping experience soured me for the evening. I had big plans for starting a new story I dreamed up today at work, working on the wedding photos, reading, and generally being creative and productive and doing intelligent things. Instead I watched an episode of Seinfeld on DVD, then watched Clementine and Oliver chase each other, and then sat around wondering why I was so tired at 8:30 pm, all while going "derrrrrr" in my mind.
I think I’ve endured enough today. Maybe I should just call it a ridiculously early night.
1. I needed cat food. The little pet store/adoption center downtown opened up a store in the Coral Ridge Mall (aka Evil Mall), and since they stay open later and are closer to my apartment, I went there to buy a 16.5 lb bag of cat food for a lot of money because it’s really good food and it’s also the only kind that doesn’t make Sunshine barf on the carpet. And I’m OK with spending a lot of money on their food if it means less barfing and more nutrition. This was a simple task.
2. To buy a new coffee pot. Mine died this morning, much to my surprise and displeasure. This was a personal trauma far too dramatic for 6:30 am. ‘It worked fine yesterday!’ I kept telling myself. Telling myself that, however, did not give me coffee. Looking now at the two on the counter, I see that my new coffee pot Means Business. It is black, whereas my other one was white. (Black = bad ass). The new one is a 12-cupper, whereas my previous white coffee pot was a wussy 4-cupper. So, I have a Big Sleek Black New coffee pot and the other one is going to that big Coffee Pot Graveyard in the sky. This (while it did involve navigating the crowd and dangerous cart activity in Target) was also a simple task.
The ugly part happened when I decide I wanted new clothes. I don’t know why I torture myself by thinking that I need new clothes. Actually going into a store, picking things out and trying them on, well, that's one small bit of it. The Entire Experience of shopping for clothes is another thing entirely.
Apparently - and I don’t know when this happened - but apparently clothing manufacturers stopped making clothing for real people. Or, at the very least, jeans. Jeans in modern society are made for little teeny girls with no hips or butts who like for the little bit of a butt they have to hang out the back of their pants all the time. I have witnessed this phenomenon many times, as I live in a college town, and I can only assume that since I don’t like to look at everyone else’s ass that others don’t want to see mine either. This leaves me in a conundrum that ends with me not buying jeans and me getting mad that I must have a misshapen body. More trauma, that resulted in me polishing off way too much mac and cheese.
Really I ate the mac and cheese because I was very hungry.
The shopping experience soured me for the evening. I had big plans for starting a new story I dreamed up today at work, working on the wedding photos, reading, and generally being creative and productive and doing intelligent things. Instead I watched an episode of Seinfeld on DVD, then watched Clementine and Oliver chase each other, and then sat around wondering why I was so tired at 8:30 pm, all while going "derrrrrr" in my mind.
I think I’ve endured enough today. Maybe I should just call it a ridiculously early night.
posted by Kitty Cat Bandit at 6:44 PM
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Hugs. : -(
I can't sleep.
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