Truly Sad


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You know you live in a small town when you find great amusement out of getting lost in Wal Mart.

Now, please understand, I am NOT one of those people who goes to Wal Mart for the fun of it, I find that incredibly horrid. I mean how much louded can you shout PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING than TRYING to get thrown out of Wal Mart to amuse yourself. Actually, I hate Wal Mart with a passion.

But, people find our Wal Mart somewhat of a novelty, it IS rather large. I know it like the back of my hand, for undisclosed reasons, so when Laura and I went on the hunt for the perfect water bottle to go with my new running shoes it was supposed to be uneventful. Which it was, until I COULD NOT FIND LAURA to save my life and was being chased by mexicans as I looked high and low for her, to no avail.

After we finially reconvenned in the Diet Coke section, all was well, but I was silently hating myself for laughing so hard at LOSING MY SISTER IN WAL MART.



Jeez. I just need to date my cousin and be done with it.


5 Responses to “Truly Sad”

  1. Blogger QOS 

    ooooh. get some walkie-talkies!

  2. Anonymous Anonymous 

    Hello...Cell Phones!!! A technological concept, I know. Text Message, Call...yes even a walky talky

  3. Blogger Ogre 

    Were you wearing shoes? And a tube top? Did you arrive in a rusty pickup truck? If all of these are no, there's still hope for you! ;)

  4. Blogger Porkchop 

    Laura, was cleverly not carrying her cell phone. WALKIE TALKIES? Those are for wanna-be's who think they are important. Nokia, with their stupid little phones, also falls in that catigory.

    Anyone who actually knows me, can safely say seeing me in a rusty pickup truck, tube top and sneakers in the dead of winter is so not happening. Only in the summer.


    Kidding people. Kidding.

  5. Blogger QOS 

    what about nextel?

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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