Grocery Shopping
I just got back from the store. Mom sent me to but stuff for dinner tonight. She's making spaghetti. Eugh! Not spaghetti! Anything but spaghetti!... Okay, my little rant's over. I like spaghetti, really I do. I just can't stand to eat it right now. And probably won't feel like eating it again in the next couple of years or so. Ever since this past summer when she made nothing but spaghetti and then almost evry week, I just can't stand it. I don't know how long it will last, but it's been about six years since I've been able to eat Raisin Bran. For a very similar reason, too. Let's just say that spaghetti has fallen into the Raisin Bran category that I so wonderfully named. Aren't I creative?... No need to answer that question.
Bryan tagged along to the store with me which I was not a happy camper about. But once we got there I saw the bright side to it. "Bryan," I commanded to him, pointing to the right. "Grab a cart." He was my little slave. It was so nice. It really was. I was barking out one to three word commands like some sort of general. I would say like General Buffy, but then I might get wacked on the head by Chris. And I happen to like my head, thank you very much. But yeah.
Anyways, when we reached the checkout counter I kinda wished he had stayed at home like a good little puppy. That, and I also kinda wished there was not a line of customers behind me, waiting to check out. But no, I was not so lucky. The reason why I wished that was because of the cashier. Boy, was she hot. She was a few inches taller than me with dark blond hair and about one to two years older than me at the most. She also seemed a little shy. She was a little heavier, but not overweight. Just perfect for her. She definitely set off my gay-dar. Anyways, we kinda eyed each other and tried to do the small talk but it didn't last long. Damn customers and brother! If it was some place else more stuff would've been said. *sigh*
I really want a girlfriend. I want my smoochies, damn it!... *sigh, again* I still say it's not fair that Bryan has one and I don't. Why does he get the girl? It's just not fair.
Luv yas,
Amber
Bryan tagged along to the store with me which I was not a happy camper about. But once we got there I saw the bright side to it. "Bryan," I commanded to him, pointing to the right. "Grab a cart." He was my little slave. It was so nice. It really was. I was barking out one to three word commands like some sort of general. I would say like General Buffy, but then I might get wacked on the head by Chris. And I happen to like my head, thank you very much. But yeah.
Anyways, when we reached the checkout counter I kinda wished he had stayed at home like a good little puppy. That, and I also kinda wished there was not a line of customers behind me, waiting to check out. But no, I was not so lucky. The reason why I wished that was because of the cashier. Boy, was she hot. She was a few inches taller than me with dark blond hair and about one to two years older than me at the most. She also seemed a little shy. She was a little heavier, but not overweight. Just perfect for her. She definitely set off my gay-dar. Anyways, we kinda eyed each other and tried to do the small talk but it didn't last long. Damn customers and brother! If it was some place else more stuff would've been said. *sigh*
I really want a girlfriend. I want my smoochies, damn it!... *sigh, again* I still say it's not fair that Bryan has one and I don't. Why does he get the girl? It's just not fair.
Luv yas,
Amber