almost-uneventful.

J and i had a little fight this morning about me driving his precious little truck.
i asked him to switch cars with me cause i was gonna shopping for a new papasan, lamps, and office furniture; all of which would not fit in my car.
he said no because i'm a horrible driver and he didn't trust me to bring his stupid truck back in the same condition as it is.
i'm not a horrible driver.
i just have a tendency to bump into things when i'm driving a non-sedan-type car, i.e. SUVs.
it's not my fault i never learned how to parallel park.
and it's his fault for getting the stupid thing.

so yeah, i had to cry so he would give in.
and he did.
sucker.

i was gonna go straight to the city since i pretty much know those stores inside and out, but i figured it would be more convenient to just get everything here, even though the stores fucking suck.
they're somewhat decent but they never have the good stuff.
i guess that's the price you pay when you move from a major city to a not-so-major one.

surprisingly enough, i didn't have any trouble finding what i wanted.
all the sales people at pier 1 can suck my left ass cheek though.
those little fuckers are making what? 7 bucks an hour and had the nerve to cop an attitude with me when i asked them to do what they're getting paid to do.
i could buy those bitches and pimp them to their daddies.

i got lost in the linens-n-things parking lot.
yeah, i don't know how either.

office depot.
yeah, J's gonna have to get the office furniture cause the little weirdos that work in there scare the shit outta me.
i mean, little fucker just completely violated my personal space.
i'm like 'dude, gimme 2 feet. fo reals. and quit breathing so hard.'

i went to the mall and hung out at Baby Gap.
the little clothes are just too frickin cute.
so that i wouldn't look completely insane by stalking the store, i bought 4 outfits for my goddaughter and a pack of onesies.
i had to.
my uterus said so.

i went to wallyworld to re-stock up on babywipes and febreze and almost beat up a 9 year old.
in the goddamn candy aisle.
i was about to grab some toblerone and this little fucker pushed me and said "move out da way, girl. don't you see me tryna get dis candy?"
i just stood there thinking 'the fuck? rude ass little boy.'
his little short ass was like "lil girl, i said MOVE!"
maternal instinct went out the window and right when i was about to choke the shit out of him, his mom came around the corner yelling for him to get his ass "'way from ova durr."

gotta love them unedumacated negras.

when i came home, i had every intention of setting everything up but sleep was much more appealing.
so yeah, i went with that.
i didn't see it but i know J inspected every inch of that stupid truck when he got home.
fucker.
he must've been highly pleased that i didn't scratch or dent anything cause the head was lovely.
that's the most heavenly way to be woken up by your significant other.
if he'd have said "dinner's ready" when he was done, then i would've......well, i don't really know what i would've done.
i've always been the one to say it, not hear it.
maybe one of these days i'll find out. [HINT!]

and yeah, new layout.
i don't know how it looks in IE.
i don't really care.
if you're still using IE, you should probably stop.

smooches!

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