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i think i need to stop being so stubborn.
this afternoon i got up & decided to head up to walmart.
its quite strange how i probably go to whiteoaks mall now everyday.
thats not the point.
the point is that i bought myself a tv/vcr stand thats metal & insanely heavy.
plus a mirror plus a big fluffy pillow.
so. problem.
i have to take the bus (though i was offered a ride, this would be why i'm stubborn).
so i struggle to carry all my crap through the mall to the bus stop, stopping at timothys to feed my strawberry shortcake smoothie obsession (i paid for this one! imagine.), then some nice older man with his wife & a baby offers to help me to carry it to wherever i'm going.
so i can't say no because he had that cutesy glazed eyed good samartitan look in his eyes he was just desperate to help me, i'm suuuure i could have managed on my own.
it was heavy.
so i let him.
all was going good, the bus sucks but whatever, ride home, but then the stop before mine some big fat native kid trips & kicks my new fucking $10 mirror & smashes it like a bastard.
he's like "uh, sorry" then goes to the back of the bus.
i'm like YEAH YOU BETTER RUN YOU FUCKING DELINQUINT.
except i didn't say that, i got this puppy dog look on my face (as i could see in the shattered mirror) & swore insanely loud.
then, getting it home i slammed my knee against the door.
i am so not having a good day.
if i see that kid again i'm going to give him the meanest glare ever.
i have to go to zellers now & buy more stuff for my new place.
this afternoon i got up & decided to head up to walmart.
its quite strange how i probably go to whiteoaks mall now everyday.
thats not the point.
the point is that i bought myself a tv/vcr stand thats metal & insanely heavy.
plus a mirror plus a big fluffy pillow.
so. problem.
i have to take the bus (though i was offered a ride, this would be why i'm stubborn).
so i struggle to carry all my crap through the mall to the bus stop, stopping at timothys to feed my strawberry shortcake smoothie obsession (i paid for this one! imagine.), then some nice older man with his wife & a baby offers to help me to carry it to wherever i'm going.
so i can't say no because he had that cutesy glazed eyed good samartitan look in his eyes he was just desperate to help me, i'm suuuure i could have managed on my own.
it was heavy.
so i let him.
all was going good, the bus sucks but whatever, ride home, but then the stop before mine some big fat native kid trips & kicks my new fucking $10 mirror & smashes it like a bastard.
he's like "uh, sorry" then goes to the back of the bus.
i'm like YEAH YOU BETTER RUN YOU FUCKING DELINQUINT.
except i didn't say that, i got this puppy dog look on my face (as i could see in the shattered mirror) & swore insanely loud.
then, getting it home i slammed my knee against the door.
i am so not having a good day.
if i see that kid again i'm going to give him the meanest glare ever.
i have to go to zellers now & buy more stuff for my new place.