EARTHQUAKING HONESTY...
SNOBS IN SUCKY SOCIETY.
How is it possible that people who live in such a tiny section of the world be raised so many worlds apart? There are families who abuse their children and families that baby their children to a point of no return. There are families of class and morals and famililes of incest and debautchery. And then, within my tiny group of friends, there are families that tender the value of money and those that toss it around mindlessly. How can people be so stuck-up as to scoff in the face of an economic marvel such as Wal-Mart and our local thrift stores? I admit, they may not rank up there on the high-end of society, but neither are these people who depise it so. I admit, I used to be embarassed when my family and I would go yard-saling, but now I associate the famous saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure," to the traditional outing. You can find anything at yard-sales and thrift stores, and most have twice as much class as half of the trashy clothes sold for millions of dollars eith labels such as "Abercrombie" or "American Eagle" plastered on them. I have never even stepped into these stores, let alone spent my hard-earned money on such useless pieces of over-priced junk. Sigh. Harumph. Must stop now before the steam proceeds to blow out my ears and cause me great physical pain and immense public embarrassment. Thats all for now. Much love. Much life. Much drama.
How is it possible that people who live in such a tiny section of the world be raised so many worlds apart? There are families who abuse their children and families that baby their children to a point of no return. There are families of class and morals and famililes of incest and debautchery. And then, within my tiny group of friends, there are families that tender the value of money and those that toss it around mindlessly. How can people be so stuck-up as to scoff in the face of an economic marvel such as Wal-Mart and our local thrift stores? I admit, they may not rank up there on the high-end of society, but neither are these people who depise it so. I admit, I used to be embarassed when my family and I would go yard-saling, but now I associate the famous saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure," to the traditional outing. You can find anything at yard-sales and thrift stores, and most have twice as much class as half of the trashy clothes sold for millions of dollars eith labels such as "Abercrombie" or "American Eagle" plastered on them. I have never even stepped into these stores, let alone spent my hard-earned money on such useless pieces of over-priced junk. Sigh. Harumph. Must stop now before the steam proceeds to blow out my ears and cause me great physical pain and immense public embarrassment. Thats all for now. Much love. Much life. Much drama.