Fucking Cory...
The first player of this game starts with the topic of "5 Guilty Pleasures" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about 5 Guilty Pleasures as well as state this rule clearly. In the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
And the winners are:
1. Comic books. I am obsessed. I should be able to send away $19.95 to some club in missouri to get a button that claims just that. I will spend an hour driving to the other end of town to go to my favorite comic book store and drop $50 easy on all my latest action packed pages of goodness. I feel it has become an addiction that I am proud of.
2. Pop music on Muzak. This seems to get to me more when I'm working at the shoe store. Songs that I would normally never give a second chance have stuck with me thanks to the wonder of retail background entertainment. Artists such as Samantha Mumba, Ryan Cabrera, Jack Johnson, Destiny's child (with the exception of "bootylicious" because that song defines my inner large black woman) and many others have found there way into my outside of work listening enjoyment.
3. Shoe Store punctuality. I think I have been on time or early to the shoe store maybe 5 times in the last 10 months. I should really make the effort to be there at a reasonable time being an assistant manager and all... but I keep making excuses to myself.
4. Daydreaming. I spend so much time fantasizing (sp?) about the stories I want to write novels about that sometimes I get frustrated with friends/family members/ customers/ Rubee/ etc. when they interrupt my thoughts. And it's not like I'm coming up with that many new ideas. Alot of it is just reliving it over and over again.
5. Buying stuff I know I'll never use. I enjoy the fact of owning stuff regardless of my intent to actually endulge in it's functionality. Video Games, DVD's, household appliances, Clothes, shoes... all materialistic items I this guilty pleasure has fallen victim too. For some reason I simply enjoy knowing that I have it. I just bought a Magic Bullet off an informercial and have yet to use it. I am on my way to Wal-Mart when I'm done posting this because I want a steam cleaner.
go figure.
all right... I'm gonna tag...
boydsbitch
discreetpirata
wishfulreality
seeminglytragic
dachshundrescue
And the winners are:
1. Comic books. I am obsessed. I should be able to send away $19.95 to some club in missouri to get a button that claims just that. I will spend an hour driving to the other end of town to go to my favorite comic book store and drop $50 easy on all my latest action packed pages of goodness. I feel it has become an addiction that I am proud of.
2. Pop music on Muzak. This seems to get to me more when I'm working at the shoe store. Songs that I would normally never give a second chance have stuck with me thanks to the wonder of retail background entertainment. Artists such as Samantha Mumba, Ryan Cabrera, Jack Johnson, Destiny's child (with the exception of "bootylicious" because that song defines my inner large black woman) and many others have found there way into my outside of work listening enjoyment.
3. Shoe Store punctuality. I think I have been on time or early to the shoe store maybe 5 times in the last 10 months. I should really make the effort to be there at a reasonable time being an assistant manager and all... but I keep making excuses to myself.
4. Daydreaming. I spend so much time fantasizing (sp?) about the stories I want to write novels about that sometimes I get frustrated with friends/family members/ customers/ Rubee/ etc. when they interrupt my thoughts. And it's not like I'm coming up with that many new ideas. Alot of it is just reliving it over and over again.
5. Buying stuff I know I'll never use. I enjoy the fact of owning stuff regardless of my intent to actually endulge in it's functionality. Video Games, DVD's, household appliances, Clothes, shoes... all materialistic items I this guilty pleasure has fallen victim too. For some reason I simply enjoy knowing that I have it. I just bought a Magic Bullet off an informercial and have yet to use it. I am on my way to Wal-Mart when I'm done posting this because I want a steam cleaner.
go figure.
all right... I'm gonna tag...
boydsbitch
discreetpirata
wishfulreality
seeminglytragic
dachshundrescue