2003-12-20 - 2:35 a.m.
dear diary,
i really am trying hard not to soil you with entries of holiday doldrums and the general lack of christmassy cheer around here this week.
i saw two movies today in the movie theatre which is a totally decadent event for me, and one i wish i could afford more often.
mona lisa smile spoke to me. love actually was surprisingly outstanding.
despite that fucking asshats that sat behind me and talked during the entire movie. i love it when people talk out the plot as it's happening because it's so insightful as to how slow their poor little brain really works.
boy asshat #1 had the best quote of the night though: "hugh grant is such a fuckface."
nothing puts me in a christmassy mood like the word fuckface.
and shopping for gifts at walmart at 1am.
did you know that i'm cursed? it's true, i have check out curse. no matter what i'm buying, the cashier feels that it is always necessary to comment on my purchase. without fail. wherever i am. whatever i'm buying. swear to jebus.
tonight was "what are these things, can you actually eat them?" she was referring to star anise in vinegar and yellow chiles.
yes, iowan walmart checkout girl, people really do consume things not made out of cow parts or corn.
the holding record of course was when i made the mistake of buying batteries [for my walkman] a packet of m&m's [for my mouth hole] and a romance novel [for a fun friday night] and the cashier said "oh hoooo i know what you'll be doing tonight!"
it took me a week before i realized that she must've thought i was making a late night thrifty's run to stock up on batteries for vibrator while reading a romance novel and gorging myself on chocolate.
it was almost as good as the time i bought a six pack of pete's wicked ale and a package of toilet paper.
the check out clerk asked me if i was going to a party.
because nothing says party like a lonely six pack of pale ale and toilet paper. apparently.
mine's not a high horse.