Jeeze.

I went shopping yesterday after work. Minus $624.19 in the checking account. Instead of Fashion Square or something with air conditioning, I for some reason chose the Anthem Outlets. Haha. I usually go to the Gap and then drive to Levi's and then go home. Oh no. Not yesterday. I started out at the Gap and lost my mind when I was able to call a size 14 LOOSE. The hell. Then, instead of taking my bags back to my car and driving around the entire mall to the other side, I walked. Just lil ol me, by myself in too big clothes walking around drowing in misters.

There's a lot of cute stores over there. They're all like hidden though. It's insane. I found this store called Rue 21. I couldn't even stay in there. When I walked in, I swear I heard a choir singing in my ear. I loved EVERYTHING. They even sold Free Paris shirts. You don't see shit like that in Arizona. Least I never do. They also had their own version of Victoria Secrets Pink line. A bunch of cute fuckin sweat pants that stop at the calve, and matching jackets and just a bunch of random shit. All kinds of weird silly shirts to make people judge you.

I shall return when I get rid of my last roll here. But let's discuss the children. I've decided that our future will be Vuitton.Sushi & Technology. Seriously. Every 13 year old girl I saw yesterday had Chanel Shoes, Juicy Purses, Sidekicks and that ponytail with the bump in the front. THAT is our future. I hope all ya'll are ready. I know I've been practicing for the day to come when everyone judges you by your purse and if you chose the Chanel shoe over the Coach one.

Poor Men.

They think they've got ridiculous bitches now. Just wait until you're EXPECTED by America to now shell out the EXTRA money for her to rock a Designer. You owe me a Chanel shoe. We're all greedy.

Our humor is also changing.
Commercials today. The Elf who likes Berries and Creme and that FUCKING wendy's commercial where everyone's kicking trees and the man with the Wendy hair has an ephinany. The Office. Yeah. I'm gonna REIGN over this humor. You have no idea.

We're all headed for hell in a handbasket.
Mine will have Ben&Jerry's in it though.

SPEAKING OF, there is a fucking Ben&Jerry's like actual STORE around the corner from my house in El Pedregal. The Fuck. Jeezes. I bet they serve their Orgasms in a cone and everything. Is 8am on a sunday too early for them to be open? Sunday.

It's Sunday.
It's so weird that I went shopping yesterday. Only normals hang and shop on a Saturday. Now I'm here on my Sunday wondering what the fuck I'm going to do. I suppose I could shop some more. Actually yeah.

I'm looking for Tshirts. Rough Frabric. None of that cling on shit. I'm not ready for that kind of material yet. I want a tight in the breast, air in the stomach tshirt. Point me in the direction of a store.

I got a new sex contact. This pleases the FUCK out of me. I had to depend on so many other people to handle my sex for me and it drove me crazy.

Hey. Can you have Andrea tell Sam to tell Amy to tell Rick that I'll be there in 15 minutes behind the dumpsters. Yeah. Those days are over. I HATED having to drive 40 minutes to get it.

This new dude lives 10 minutes if I'm doin the speed limit.
So. Pretty damn stoked.

I'm rambling.
It's 8:16am.
I must get a pedicure today and I'm still contemplating gettin my nails did. When do Salons open on a Sunday. Jeezes. To be up in the day.

OH.
& my new favorite word is Jeeze.
and by Jeeze, I mean Jeeeeeeeezzzzzee.

It's something similar to the way Nicole Richie talks in her random low deep voice.

Enough of me.