sometimes shopping sucks

this is why:

1.  the people at those kiosks in the mall are becoming more and more aggressive.  no i DON'T want to get a massage in the middle of the mall.  no i am NOT interested in a dream catcher.  no i am HAPPY with my cell phone service.

2.  vanity sizing.  okay, i've lost a couple of pounds, but there is no way in hell that i am an extra small.  yes, i like my clothing to be, er, snug, but i have field hockey shoulders and my merch is ample.  so when i go in to try on a top and the medium is too big, the small is still to big, well, i just give up.  i am not going back out into the store from the dressing room to get an extra small shirt.  i guess that makes me more lazy than vain.

3.  hot topic.  the most sickening commodification of punk rock and alternative culture.  plus the weird guy working there pulled down his PANTS to show me his tattoo that started at his hip bones and went down from there.  sure, a glimpse at some 20 year old boy's pathway to paradise sounds heavenly, but, this experience was downright strange. 

4.  the mean lady at the dressing room at target.  don't fuck with her and for god's sake, when you bring 5 items in, you best bring out 5 items.  on their hangers.

but there are happy things about shopping.

1.  i have been carded TWICE in the past two days.  it's great except my license is expired, meaning some 17 year old might actually deny me my beer.

2.  ferdinand

3.  new knee socks!