Double Penetration
Yup, a second post for today.
My trip to Maine really oppened my eyes to the changes that need to be made in my life. My house is a wreck, my father is a mess, and my mother is hanging on by a thread and a prayer. Things need to change, and really I am the only one who can act as a catalyst. I have some things in the works that I dont wish to reveal until the are near completion.
Let's talk about my trip to Maine. ...It was really only one full day and one half day and a morning... now I am home. We didnt do much persay, but Auntie and I had some really great talks. I helped her pick out a few things from netaporter.com and eluxury.com as well as find a D&G dress on neimanmarcus.com. The women knows how to spend, she receives so many packages every day from Tiffany's and Eluxe, Louis Vuitton. I love her she is a riot! Not only that she is a truly genuine person and has evolved over the years into a wise humanbeing. Loving her. My friends always make fun of me because she is so generous towards me. Like my iPod and the periodic deposits in my account without my knowing about them. She is lovely. Anyways, whenever I want something they will say something like "Just say "AUNTIE AUNTIE I WANT I WANT!"" So, that is what I was doing the entire time there. "Auntie, Auntie! Shiny!" Hahaha, she thought it was a riot.
Anyways, we ended up doing a bit of shopping. Just a little mall trolling. She visited the make-up counter and Victoria's secret, then she said she wanted me to get something... an outfit or whatever. Off to Abercrombie we go! I'm not a total Abercrombie boy, but I do appreciate the quality of what they produce. Anyways, ...an outfit? Yeah, that went out the window! She basicaly shut the fucking store down! "Ooooh, look at these. Do you like these?" I would tell her "yes, but you really shouldnt you are much too generous" and I really meant it, but she was completly insistant, so she kept throwing things into the dressing room. I showed her a jacket that I was going to buy before school starts... yeah, she bought it for me. I was like"No, NO!" repeating what I would usualy say when she goes overboard on me, but she insisted and would say "You, love it dont you? Then that's all that matters!" It was a bit overwhelming to be able to about a store and take whatever I wanted. The Sales Assistant was so sweet and attentive. BUT! The fucking counter boy was a viscious queen and paying no attention to her, so she went up to the counter with two arms full and THREW(!) everything on the counter (picture devil wears prada) and says "We'll take these! RING EM UP!" Some amex assaulting later, I am juggling bags in the foodcourt. It's funny sitting in the middle of a Maine Mall with so many bags and women decked out in Cartie and Gucci talking about Yoga and Government over Burgers and Fries. I'm not going to tell you how much she spent. I already told one friend, which is rediculous, because why is that important? I need to learn to keep my mouth shut about such things.
p.s. I need to plan a trip back to Maine with my friends. The beaches are fabulous, my couson surfs. In MAINE! I had no idea the water was so nice! Oh! And Bush Senior's place isnt so impressive... whatever. I hope his fucking peninsula sinks. His secret service men were wearing hawian shirts. WTF? My goal in life is to NOT be shot by someone in a Hawaiin SHirt. I digress.