You know what’s amazing about making to do lists? You can put things that you’ve already done…so you can at least check off one thing.
The latest introverted type thought I had was why I don’t have anything to do here in ABQ. It dealt with my need to acquire things. You see, my dad collects things—namely fountain pens. We would always go to antique stores to search for more and more pens. I don’t know what my mom did. I think she cleaned, fed the family, looked for sales, laundered the clothes. Many things you might stereotypically think a mother would do. Clearly, I followed in my father’s steps on this issue. Anyway, I don’t have plans with people for the weekend because I really have plans to acquire things. I need to order a Jabra BT8040 off eBay. I also would like to go boulder today and maybe watch Angels & Demons. But hey…let’s get back to the matter of the subject—my to do list!
I could think of more….
On the other hand, yesterday I went to Sams to walk off my boredom. I ended up grabbing some stuff to purchase too…only to find that the membership had expired…Thursday. I think the girl at the checkout also thought it wasn’t my membership card. What a punk. I think that’s why she didn’t give me back my card.
RT @epkade, ha… I also went to Target to buy Niko stuff. I then creeped around to catch small glances at the cute girl wandering around the video game aisle. I giggled at the absurdity of this little no-name-film featured exclusively in Ellen’s head. Anyway, I wandered off to find some electrical tape, ended up with black electical tape and some tuqoise duct tape, headed back to catch one last glance. It was pathetic and so amusing that I was doing this. So, I narrated in my head: “There’s no way she could still be in the video game aisle. This search is futile…unless I was meant to be the creepy girl that actually got the second…or third look. Big weirdo.” I sneak a peek at the video game aisle—no girl. I continue wandering down the middle display aisle…I’ll draw it below.
——- | | | | | | | | | | | ——-
——- ============= ——-
——- | | ——- | ——- | | ——-
——- | | ——- | ——- | | ——- «camping aisle (as in closer to the middle aisle)
——- | | ——- | ——- | | ——-
——- | | ——- | ——- | | ——- <video game aisle (accross the real aisle)
——- | | ——- | ——- | | ——-
…middle aisle…^….I walk that way.
Note: The ——- and | represent rows of products. | | and = represant main aisle. The white space is where you can meander without stepping on products.
Anyway, so I’m walking down the middle aisle and I see this cart pop out from the camping aisle. I thought, “Wouldn’t it be super funny if it was her?”. I kept walking…. “Ha! It actually is her.” I walked away and giggled to myself, while proceeding to the checkout line.
So…I like to drink wine at night. Red wine, of course. Niko spilled my glass once. The solution to getting red wine out of carpet is dishwashing soap and hydrogen peroxide mixed together…and it needs to be somewhat of a fresh mix. Just a little tip.