Cannon Fodder 2
Monday January 31, 2005 - 2:00AM EDT
As I was walking out of the supermarket at 1am posting material was just exploding from the seams. It is late so there is no one at the checkout line. I put my items on the belt and wait for someone to show-up. I take a look at what I am buying and well...I'll go over that later in the post. What can only be described as poor-man's hippie walks in and says "sorry, hope I didn't keep you waiting." I could have been waiting there for an hour, it really was of no consequence to me so I smiled politely and said "no, just a minute." The cashier is talking with this other dude that looks about 15 and they are trying to recall someone who used to work at the supermarket when the cashier's friend asks if the person they are trying to remember was "colored." I was like, this kid must be from South Africa or something because I've never heard someone his age use "colored". Usually it is more specific, white, black, puerto rican, etc... There wasn't any malice in the words and it wasn't an offensive reference. I just thought it was weird for someone to used the word "colored" in that context. Was I in Alabama in 1964? It was strange no doubt. As I was walking away the conversation shifted to why roles in a particular role- playing-game are "like that," because of the "characters people make." Oh yeah back to what I purchased. Just call me Suzy because I shop like a bitch. I bought a comb, a brush, 6 bars of Dove sensitive skin, Nutrogena pore refining cleanser, Herbal Essences blackberry/mango shampoo, 8 butter croissants, fat free lactose free milk, carton of strawberries, pomegranate mango juice, 4 organic gala apples and chilled vanilla chai tea with soy milk. I probably left my penis back in the produce section. Everyday I ask myself the question "Is this my life?" Apparently not only do I have no purpose, live in my parents house, hermitically seal myself away from the rest of the world, walk around in a delusional euphoria most of the time and have no discipline to finish anything but I also shop like a little woman. I am offering all my worldly possesions to the person that does the humane thing and ends my drain on society. I'm not complaining, am I? Oh man is this my life? In other news there is a dead mouse under the sink that I need to get rid of. Oh yeah, Huff, I figured out the positioning thing, that is what was holding things up, I should have everything finished by Tuesday. Jody, I sent the check out, hopefully you got it. Everyone else, I hope your life is more fulfilling than mine. This is sick, I fucking hate this, what can I do, what can I do?