I have come to the conclusion that as painful as it may be, I should never, ever go to Vegas. West Virginia took enough of my money. And the best way to celebrate the birthday of a civil rights leader is to go to a casino in said state, lose money, eat a buffet, and try to attract the attention of cocktail waitress' who in addition to all being related most likely froze the minute that they stepped outside. Also annoying, are the smokers who tap their ashes onto your lap (and dry-clean only pants), and the closely related breed who will find the good slot machines, and play the entire row. But hey, gambling is fun, so long as you aren't playing with your own money.
Since after a fun day of supporting the hick economy, it's hard to go back to the usual rountine of novels, and wondering why the cats are licking the floor, I had to go somewhere last night. And if you happen to be nearly broke, and depend on the mercy of others for transportion, then where is a better place then Target? Okay, maybe a lot of places, but I wanted to go to Target. Mostly I wanted to get out of the house, and look for a pretty notebook. So I got my mother loosend up with an Ande's Mint martini, and went out to Target (Targee, if you're nasty). They appear to be selling a wide variety of Valentine's loot. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not buy the Crocodile Valentines's cards and paper tattoo's? I managed to talk myself into not buying them by reminding myself that a) I don't like Valentine's Day and in the past have threatned to stuff roses down people's throats' (I'm allergic okay?) b) Don't have money to waste on that junk,and could make better cards by hand c) Am not in the 2nd grade. However my resolve not to waste money was severely tested in the toy department. Three words, Destiny's. Child. Dolls. Since the untimely demise of my Mulder action figure, I don't have pop-culture toys to carry around and scare people on the subway with. Now I must reley soley on the drifting weirdness of conversations with friends. I mean it normally works, but with teen singer dolls, I could get a whole car to myself. *pouts* I also resisted(with some nagging) buying the Powerpuff Girls watch with interchangeable faces. I love Target, it's the best store ever. Anyplace that sells explosives and Britney Spearas' dolls withing 20 yards of each other is truly a magical place.
I know that I haven't updated in a while. I've been lazy and cut off from the internet more then I like. Besides the last 2 days, it's also snowed, I've gone to see a Dar Williams concert (yippie!!!!!!!!!!!!), and I mantain my pitiful (stupid) hope opf getting packages. I really do mean to update more often, but then I get distracted by other things, like the cats licking the floor. Well, I start classes tonight at PayUp College, so I should go eat dinner and panic. Later. |
