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saturday i woke up and had a meal that consisted of apple cinnamon oatmeal, a fuji apple, a blueberry muffin and florida orange juice. i heated the muffin in my microwave. the oranage juice was half finished and poured out. i put on my jeans, a yage shirt, gray cotton socks, a blue zip up hooded jacket and a tight black girls zipup hooded jacket. after admiring the falling leaves for several minutes on my gun metal blue porch, i jogged off to my car, a black sentra, and began to drive to my first destination while listening to the cocteau twins, specifically, a great song called blind dumb deaf.
after meandering through traffic and barely keeping my cool as several, almost thirty, people pull out in front of me, i make it to the university mall. i spot someone evian bottled water sitting in the lot and i promptly run over it. i walk through pennys noticing no one good looking in particular while i act like i dont notice everyone admiring me. i make it to sbarros, a personal favorite dinning spot of mine. i order a nice dish called cheese pizza and sit a mountain dew beside it that i previously bought and carried into the store with me. i eat and try to watch one of the tvs. it is a cartoon and doesnt make sense with no sound. i turn to the other tv and it is basketball. i can not see the ball. i look at a man kissing his child and shake my head in disappointment as i mourn the end of his life - the child.
after finishing my quest of eating, the main thing on the schedule for today, i decide to look for expensive shoes. i can not find any that suit my taste because they are all horrid looking. i leave the mall in disgust. the disgust turns to rage as i make my way to fed ex/kinkos. i enter kinkos with a large package and nod to a blonde sitting in a chair near the door. she isnt dressed very well. i am handed a slip of paper to fill out and am confronted with no canadian options so i inquire. im told i cant ship ground internationally. i wince at hearing this then quickly snap back into a smile. i tell the gentleman that ive already looked into this on the website and in fact, it told me i can ship this ground. i am walking out the door as he is trying to explain; lie.
next im driving back towards my area of town with twelve hour turn setting a "things were better yesterday" tone and then im getting out of my car, im walking into walmart, im b uying sox and oatmeal little debbies, im standing in line for 10 minutes. i leave the store with new socks even though i had bought socks, the same exact kind, only 14 hours previous.
im listening to braid as i make the 30 second trip to the thrift store. i enter the store and am swallowed in disease. pausing behind the registers to scan for any emos, i instinctively run my hand up the back of my head making sure my hair is still standing up. it is. i continue in. running up the isles then back down them, then later back up sometimes stopping to look at the floor, tile, i can not find anything of interest. they do not even have size small shirts. i wipe my face concealing a silent scream. i walk to the electronics and finger the price tags of 1980s computers. "$750" i think, "reasonable." i check the record players for needles. none. i look for shoes, none. i stab a cordlessphone into a pink pig doll, i do. i leave. i arrive back home and am reanimated by a dark cloud in 1614. the day ended.
after meandering through traffic and barely keeping my cool as several, almost thirty, people pull out in front of me, i make it to the university mall. i spot someone evian bottled water sitting in the lot and i promptly run over it. i walk through pennys noticing no one good looking in particular while i act like i dont notice everyone admiring me. i make it to sbarros, a personal favorite dinning spot of mine. i order a nice dish called cheese pizza and sit a mountain dew beside it that i previously bought and carried into the store with me. i eat and try to watch one of the tvs. it is a cartoon and doesnt make sense with no sound. i turn to the other tv and it is basketball. i can not see the ball. i look at a man kissing his child and shake my head in disappointment as i mourn the end of his life - the child.
after finishing my quest of eating, the main thing on the schedule for today, i decide to look for expensive shoes. i can not find any that suit my taste because they are all horrid looking. i leave the mall in disgust. the disgust turns to rage as i make my way to fed ex/kinkos. i enter kinkos with a large package and nod to a blonde sitting in a chair near the door. she isnt dressed very well. i am handed a slip of paper to fill out and am confronted with no canadian options so i inquire. im told i cant ship ground internationally. i wince at hearing this then quickly snap back into a smile. i tell the gentleman that ive already looked into this on the website and in fact, it told me i can ship this ground. i am walking out the door as he is trying to explain; lie.
next im driving back towards my area of town with twelve hour turn setting a "things were better yesterday" tone and then im getting out of my car, im walking into walmart, im b uying sox and oatmeal little debbies, im standing in line for 10 minutes. i leave the store with new socks even though i had bought socks, the same exact kind, only 14 hours previous.
im listening to braid as i make the 30 second trip to the thrift store. i enter the store and am swallowed in disease. pausing behind the registers to scan for any emos, i instinctively run my hand up the back of my head making sure my hair is still standing up. it is. i continue in. running up the isles then back down them, then later back up sometimes stopping to look at the floor, tile, i can not find anything of interest. they do not even have size small shirts. i wipe my face concealing a silent scream. i walk to the electronics and finger the price tags of 1980s computers. "$750" i think, "reasonable." i check the record players for needles. none. i look for shoes, none. i stab a cordlessphone into a pink pig doll, i do. i leave. i arrive back home and am reanimated by a dark cloud in 1614. the day ended.