Almost GameDay.
I went to Wal-Mart today. Whoppie. I hate wal-mart. Man, if it wern’t for the decent prices, the close proximity to my apartment, or the mass quantities of different kinds of the same stuff, I would never go there. What could be worse than wal-mart? Making a fool out of yourself in wal-mart. We’ve all done it. Me more than once. All my friends know “The Wal-Mart story,” involving me, some bad chinese food, a wal-mart toliet that doesnt flush, and a butch lady that vows she can fix it. Its a great story, except for the embarassing parts.
Today wasn’t nearly as bad as “The Wal-Mart Story,” but still dumb. Everyone’s done this, too. Saying hey to someone you know, then right after you say it, realizing you dont know them from Madam’s housecat. That’s what I did. I saw this lady that I thought was the lady that comes by and cleans the office once a week. Nice lady. Figured I’d try to step away from my normal anti-social self and acknoledge her. ‘Course, once I did, I realized it wasn’t her at all. I think I’ll just stick with being anti-social from now on. That way I won’t do stupid stuff like that. So if you see me in passing, and you wonder why I don’t say anything, it’s not that I’m mad at you. I’m just not sure if you’re the real you that I see, and I’m not taking any chances.
I saw the worst thing today. Ever been to www.freakhole.com? Don’t. And don’t click on the Gross pictures. And especially don’t click on the one about the organ donation one. Right before lunch. Don’t. DONT.
And with that, I gotta run. I gotta wash clothes, wash Renton, and jerryrig a camera case for the game on Saturday. Yee-ha.