Cruising Right Along

Sunday, June 18, 2006

One bad apple.

I really can't stand it when one person makes it miserable for everybody else.

It kinda ruins my day.

Angry bitch.

I'd be happy to see you leave. You make it very hard to be ourselves because you are so judgemental and rude. Today you crossed the line and tore someone else apart just to appease yourself. So not cool. And in public too?!? You only succeeded in making yourself look like an insecure attention whore.

Way to go.

Your little plan backfired, didn't it.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Wal~Mart

Ick.

I had to go in there today because Wal~Mart is the only place in San Diego that sells a certain type of sippy cup that Payton likes.

I think that every pedophile and pervert in North County San Diego shops at the Wal~Mart off of Nordhal. There are some freaky looking men in there. They stare. They lurk. They creep me out.

Not only that, but the BMI of the average shopper in there well exceeds the "Obese" mark. I have never seen so much blatant disregard for personal health and well-being in one place. The men are fat. The women are fat. The kids are fat. The employees are fat. Rolls, muffin tops, ass cracks, beer guts, bat wings, love handles, back fat, double chins.

Everyone is in such a hurry too. I think I got cut off three times in the short 15 minutes I was in the store. It's like road rage in there. I swear to you... the Oreos will still be there in 5 seconds. If not, I'm sure they have more in the back. This behavior continues into the parking lot as well. It wouldn't hurt you to park a few spots away from the front of the store and WALK to it, would it??? Do you have to curse each other out for the front parking spot? Who's ass is fatter? Is that how you determine who gets the spot? You would think I was at the zoo.

I was shocked at the lack of attention to personal grooming as well. Dirty faces and hands and clothes. Nasty teeth stained with cigarette smoke. Food stains on shirts. Dirty feet in falling apart sandals. Clothing that is too tight straining over bellies and boobs and butts and thighs. White bras under black mesh shirts with the tags sticking out. Guts hanging over.

Oh. And they have a McDonald's in there too. With a line. Sure... eat your grease burger while you buy Oreos and Diet Coke.

Is this what life is really like in the United States? Have I been blind to this phenomenon? Is it just this section of San Diego? Is this what Wal~Marts are like all over the country?? I don't recall this at Target or Kohl's or Sears.

Fat, angry Americans.

Wow.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Really bad day.

I am just done. Done.

I want out. I want to be free. I hate people today. California drivers suck. Everything is irritating. I think if I got up the courage to leave my house today I would loose it the second I got a whiff an any kind of bad customer service (not that I have any money to spend, but that's another story). I can't stand anyone touching me. Or talking to me. I want to be alone. In the dark. Silent. Nothing. I have no energy. My husband sucks. My mom is making me ill. The boy is under my skin. There is dust everywhere. I dusted two days ago. It's too hot outside. I have a pooch I can't get rid of. I'm hungry.

I can't get satified. In many ways.

This will all change by tomorrow. Or will it. What to do.