I finally got my World Cup Soccer Guy magazine. I went to about 7 different places before I found it. Around here you can find 100 golf, yachting, knitting and bridal magazines and NOT Vanity Fair with soccer guys in their underwear.
What a world.
It was worth it. Michael Ballack. Now that’s a man.
I never buy magazines like Vanity Fair anymore. A friend of mine was looking through the magazine and asked: What is this magazine about?
I said: buying stuff?
Do you have any idea how many kinds of luxury watches there are? Who is (are?) buying all these watches? Where do you even get them?
I thought watches were like newspapers and travel agents: only really old people use them these days.
Today I went to the mall.
Every time I go to the mall I remember why I never go to the mall.
I strolled by Old Navy which seemed to have a higher level of hysteria than normal. There was some sort of special on flip-flops. I think it was 5 pairs for $5. They had a nylon rope and a guy keeping people in line. I don’t know why anyone would want even one pair of flip-flops.
I was looking for some cute normal pants or a summer dress. I went into one department store. Shouldn’t the clothes be organized? In one area there would be petites, work clothes, clearance, clothes for old ladies going on a cruise, “women” (which confused me, aren’t we all women?) workout clothes, bathing suits and party dresses. Then in another area there would be more cruise clothes, work clothes, clearance dresses and pajamas. Shouldn’t they be grouped together in handy categories? I could never tell where I’d already been.
I came home exhausted. Also, our local mall smells like ass. Cinnabon flavored ass.
I was there for three hours and came home with a box of See’s Candy and three pairs of panties. Not my idea of a productive Saturday.