My Latent White Privileged Racism Ain't Got Nothing on my Class Hatred!
Jason and I went on an adventure yesterday to Green Hills Mall to visit the Apple Store, so he could buy toys for the iBook he doesn't use. It became one of those shopping trips with America's favorite gay siblings, where he shops, shops, shops and I plan out multiple ways to kill him with merely a pair of 115.50 utility jeans from J. Crew. The problem is that he has a bottomless trough of money (for some reason), and I have none. So I try not to look, as it'll only depress me that I can't afford anything. But Jason is a very meandering shopper. In J. Crew, he started at the wallets, went behind them past a row of shirts, glanced at the ties, and ended back at the same wallets! Not to mention, he insists that I come when I don't want to, and then gets mad when I get bored. It's really quite frustrating.
What was fun, though, was that Jason and I were surrounded by rich Nashvillians (as Green Hills is on the nicer side of Nashville). And we hated everyone. For no reason! I hated one woman because she was 45 and wearing workout snap-button capris. But Rufus Wainwright was our cashier at J. Crew. Ahhh, moonlighting.
Plus, while Jason was at a silver (silver, silver!!!) jewellry kiosk, a very awkward man was creeping me out. Why, you ask? Because he said, "All the men's jewelry, per se, is on the other side." Per se?!?! There's no per se about it!!! It's all over there, you jackass!!!
Not to mention, there was this woman at The Body Shop who was reeeeeeeeeeeeally into us being two gay men. It got weird.
All right, you don't care.
I finished a rough draft of my cover letter for my comics submissions. Nerrrvous??? They should be out of my hair by Friday. It'll be nice to get the sword of Damocles out of my life for a bit, and go back to working at a leisurely pace.
I had to go to the DMV today. I think that that is what my Hell will look like. Except I'll be covered in feet. Everyone looked like they were willing to kill me to get my spot. Well, after hand-to-hand combat with the Vietnam vet, and gladitorial style longstaff duel with the J.C. Penney wearing housewife, I was called by the supra-tanned DMV woman. Did I mention there were two bullet holes in the glass???
Talked to Jonelle, whom my Dad calls "Bethany", tonight and we chatted about her old cat receiving cunnilingus from her new one. Too cute!
Happy Birthday to Sam, by the by, I'll be calling you tomorrow.
~Grab 'Hold of Me, Cuz I'm Your Favorite Fella Damon