because i'm sick of miki dora
i've had just about enough of this 500-page surfer bio.
it's fairly quiet in the office today, even though everyone's officially back from whatever holiday vacation i didn't take. i spent yesterday with my sister and niece, checking out some of clifton's attractions, i.e., the childrenswear centre (hella ghetto) and corrado's market (awesome). i can't emphasize how awful the former was. ninety-seven-cent shirts boasting the most unconvincing approximations of dora and pooh i've ever seen, looking like they'd been embroidered by one-eyed, one-armed chimps who'd had a bit too much vodka. counterbalanced by fifty-dollar rocawear and baby phat parkas dripping with faux gold. for babies. i asked my sister innocently, why would they sell these things? here? people who shop at such places usually fall into the ninety-seven-cent avocado-pooh shirt economic stratus. but apparently this is a whole other, delicate, and disturbing cultural facet which I have yet to understand. the we're poor but our toddlers wear sean john facet.
corrado's, as always, was mobbed beyond my personal space requirements, but we managed to fill a shopping cart anyway, with italian cookies, a spinach/feta roll from the bakery, pierogies, and phyllo-wrapped shrimp--a true multicultural smorgasbord. then we drove back to my apt. to look for puppy dogs, dance to gnarls barkley, and--for a certain small someone not myself--drop a massive stinky load.
the shrimp were surprisingly tasty, for the frozen canape variety.
it's fairly quiet in the office today, even though everyone's officially back from whatever holiday vacation i didn't take. i spent yesterday with my sister and niece, checking out some of clifton's attractions, i.e., the childrenswear centre (hella ghetto) and corrado's market (awesome). i can't emphasize how awful the former was. ninety-seven-cent shirts boasting the most unconvincing approximations of dora and pooh i've ever seen, looking like they'd been embroidered by one-eyed, one-armed chimps who'd had a bit too much vodka. counterbalanced by fifty-dollar rocawear and baby phat parkas dripping with faux gold. for babies. i asked my sister innocently, why would they sell these things? here? people who shop at such places usually fall into the ninety-seven-cent avocado-pooh shirt economic stratus. but apparently this is a whole other, delicate, and disturbing cultural facet which I have yet to understand. the we're poor but our toddlers wear sean john facet.
corrado's, as always, was mobbed beyond my personal space requirements, but we managed to fill a shopping cart anyway, with italian cookies, a spinach/feta roll from the bakery, pierogies, and phyllo-wrapped shrimp--a true multicultural smorgasbord. then we drove back to my apt. to look for puppy dogs, dance to gnarls barkley, and--for a certain small someone not myself--drop a massive stinky load.
the shrimp were surprisingly tasty, for the frozen canape variety.