
Is it me, or does everyone have a huge obsession/love for some Wally World? Seriously, I could go and spend hours upon hours wandering around! (side note: my past roomate, Courtney, and I use to go to Wal-Mart with only each other cause all of our other friends were always wanting to get in-and-out yet we always want to explore) Nevertheless, this week I went to Wal-mart and had a very successful shopping trip. Probably spending more than I should have, but come on! Who can deny those roll back prices!! Anywayssss. In spite of it being earth day, I bought a eco-friendly bath body pouf! I originally picked up a not eco-friendly pouf, then saw the ones that were... I decided to go with it instead. It never hurts to get a little more green! Okay, plus it was three cents cheaper... but that wasn't my deciding factor.
Along with my new eco-friendly toy, I bought the basic necessities. Body wash, a few last-minute cosmetics (being that I normally shop MAC and MAC only...), some deoderant, my mom's mother day present, and a few greeting cards. (I've been feeling like I need to start sending more cards here lately, I don't know why but I feel like I do, but I'll save that for a later elaboration!)
So as I head towards the checkout lines I always go through them and kinda see who has what and how many shoppers, etc. ::keep pushing shopping cart:: Scccccccuurrr! (that's the sound of my carts breaks, if you must know) Hello checkout number 9! Never once have I seen a hot wal-mart employee. Number 9... oh my gosh... you are SEX-AY! So I pull my cart in, of course making sure I don't have any embarrassing items ie. condoms (because I buy them so often :sarcasm:), tampons, ...monistat? Nope, I'm in the clear. I wait behind the one person that is in his line. Of course, being my seductive-sexy-just got off of work- no make-up-rough hair... I stand there admiring hot boy number 9. OH OH OH! It's my turn. My turn to watch him scan my items, mmmhmmm!! Wait, what, NO!! As I pull up this fat girl comes up and says, "Okay, you can go on break now". WTF, seriously fat ass, now? Bitch. As I try to keep my composure I think about how bad I want to bitch slap this fatty-fat-so who just stole my one moment to meet the sexy number nine. He could've been my soul mate, she interfered with fate! (okay seriously, I wasn't that torn up over it but it makes a good story, riiiight!?!)
Continue rant:
I leave, put my stuff in the car, turn on 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by Def Leppard... and if you haven't figured it out yet- I hold "Haley Idol" in my car no matter where I'm going. So I pull out of my parking spot meanwhile singing extremely loud- like windshield shattering style, and who's helping an elderly woman take her stuff to her car? Number 9 :enter orgasm: :orgasm abruptly ends when realizing he is staring at me like I've lost my mind: Sigh. Obviously it wasn't meant to be. Duh. I basically laughed all the way home about the incident. Probably because I feel like something as stupid as that would only happen to me.
I thought I would entertain you all with my fascinating Wal-mart trip, or maybe it's only fascinating to me. Either way, at least I posted at all. Tootles for now my lovely readers.
[Side note: Make sure you watch out for my May 1st post. It's pretty damn special.]

