i'm glad my ribs are still cracked, the pain gives me something to focus on. Keeps idiots from getting hit. Now i understand why certain sects of monks torture themselves to avoid temptations.
Unfortunately working hard in this world just means that someone else will fuck things up for you. Can you tell this is my last week before vacation?
And while i'm at it, why can't grocery stores have what i need? One has the nice vegan treats but no everyday food-type-stuff. The other has some of the regular food-type-stuff you need but are usually out of at least one of the things you need. Finally that last one has that last thing you need but not much of the other stuff. Why do urban supermarkets have such a difficult time keeping what you need properly stocked? That is money they are losing.
No bread at one, no bananas at the other. How do you have no bananas? Checking out i saw why: in front of me was a guy with ALL THE BANANAS (shit's bananas). It looked like he had all the vanilla ice cream and paper towels too. He told the cashier he ran a Smoothie Shop. Nice planning there Rockefeller, that can't be the most cost effective way to stock your shop.
Hearing the words Smoothie Shop makes me think of something else... although it's probably as disappointing as the topless donut shop. What a let down. How can you go wrong with boobs and donuts? Again, oh so disappointing. That digressed as drastically as an episode of the Simpsons. Where did i start out again? i sleep in a drawer.
*Wow, this was entry number 151... full of useless shite aren't i...
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