Today was yet another plain day. Sorry to sound so negative. I didn't do much, but I did practice driving by going to the bank and the mall. No one was harmed, no cars were damaged. I have no problem driving. It's my mother who doubts my skills. She has seen me drive just fine, yet whenever I say I'm driving to the Cape she gets this tense look on her face and I know she's thinking "now how can I convince her not to?" Oh mom...stop worrying so much. I'm very excited because I get to go see my love tomorrow when he's done with work. I cannot wait at all. No matter what we do together I have fun. He doesn't believe me when I say it, but I am damn lucky to have him. He makes me beyond happy, with his punkish and perverted ways and such.
So while I was at the mall I went into Victoria's Secret, because I'm a female and by law each female must own at least one item from that company. Or maybe it's not a law, it's an instinct...Anyway, I would never buy something from that place when it's not on sale. Twelve bucks for a pair of underwear? No damn way. Knock it down to three and we'll talk. Some of the girls working there looked so skanky. One who came up to me wore more makeup than you would find on a hooker and she probably put it on while she was driving to work because it was pretty sloppy. I don't mean to be so superficial, but she looked awful, plain and simple. I feel terrible for saying that. I appologize.
And do I look like someone you need to follow around a store? I am constantly being followed and watched as if I walk in to every store and say out loud "wow...it's going to be easy to shoplift from this place!" I'm not kidding, I swear this does happen to me. Please, just get off my back while I shop and maybe I won't stuff the merchandise into my purse. I don't really like the mall very much.
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