Monday, September 20, 2004

La musique: Fight song- Marilyn Manson

Oh, so that's what it's like to get hit in the head with a beer bottle/cast/section of rain gutter.
But I digress...
I'm not even going to get in to that evening. What a train wreck. Apologies for any situations I may not have helped/escalated.

Ever wonder what possesses people to purchase Nike Shox shoes? I saw someone crossing the street with them on today. Does this person really have so much action in their day to day life that these are required? Are the errands they run that physiologically demanding that they need a certain amount of recoil in each step to recuperate? Not only do they look ridiculous, the cost a fucking mint. Perhaps they were FBI agents, Pro athletes, or superheros.

Another thing I thought relevant to comment on was Gabrielle's condom story (Sept 16th entry) I myself had a similar such event happen some time ago in my Wal-mart days. The enigmatic Nic White had purchased a ridiculous amount of discount condoms from the sobeys at which he was employed. At a party at Janelle's that followed these condoms were dispensed, thrown around, gatuitiously exploded, etc.
The following day I was at work at the Wal-mart sports counter. Searching around in my pocket for a pen, and obviously wearing the same pants as the night before, all that was thrown on the counter was a nice shiny trojan. The Middle-aged lady customer and her 15 year old son were quite inpressed.
Gone are the days when 15 year olds went to Wal-mart with their Mothers, now they go to house partys to drink essessively and tango with the fuzz.

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