Ramble:Small Town Living.

I hate small town living. When I was in high school I loved it. Lived for it. Now, its just too much. Because of my brief hiatus from school I’ve been hiding out, only going to work and a few selected family gatherings. Every time I go out I remember why I hate it so much. It’s because I always get asked the same question “How’s school going?” Ahhhhh. If I could punch every old all person who ask me that! School is not going. Thanks for making me feel smaller. It would be all the same if I walked up to them and asked…Hey, how’s that life threatening tumor going? Ya know? Like I’m pretty sure you know I’m not in school because when you call the house 7/10 times I pick up the damn phone. Anyway. Its not about old people. I really do love them. This is about my mother and her need to send me on store runs.

1. I hate going to the store. I do. If I’m not getting anything I don’t care!!

2. She always wants some shit that’s not regular. Like the moss that grows on the under belly of a cow.

3. Its always at the 1 or 3 stores I hate to go into because there is the greatest chance I will run into someone I know.

4. It takes 30 min. to work up the courage to go to the store. Then another 30. to get fresh because I feel the need to over compensate for not being in school, so I can’t look like anything that resembles a bum.

5. I always one into one of the 8 people I was horrible two in high school.

6. They have 5 kids and I have to pretend that it’s the best thing to ever happen to them.

7. I can never find what the fuck I’m looking for because normal stores don’t sell the shit I was sent to get.

8. I’m forced to go to another grocery and look for the same shit and run into another person I have no desire to see.

9. When I want someone to talk with me on the phone so I can look to be in a rush, none of my so called friends want to answer the phone.

10. I always get in the longest slowest line in the store.

This just happened to me a half hour ago. Except this time, I had to go to fucking Wal-mart. Did I mention that we have the biggest Wal-mart on the fucking east coast? Filled with people I know and again HAVE NO DESIRE WHAT SO EVER TO SEE. I’m walking the isles all dressed up crackberry in hand like I had a busy and productive day, when the reality is I’ve only been up since a little after noon.

I tell you this is horrible. I don’t know when I got like this. The things I do to not appear like a bum. I’m not a bum. I’m really not. I read books and blog and several other things that don’t care to say right now.

Now, I’m blogging in a perfectly good outfit that I can’t take off because I know that in the next hour I will be sent on another store run.

My outfit is better than yours,



KD