So funny story... I'll try to make it short.

William talks on this thing kind of like skype when he plays WoW with people, but people only hear you when you click a certain button, so it's more walkie-talkie like. So, the channel he's usually on is his guild channel, and there's this girl who recently joined his guild who-I swear- sounds like she should be on a sex-hotline phone call. So when ever I hear her talking, I make fun of her. Well... So I just walked into the room and she goes, "Namira (that's William) can I ask you a question?" in her obnoxiously seductive voice, so I made a joke about it and then repeated her question mockingly.... turns out, he's in some sort-of "interview" mode as he called it, and she could hear me. She didn't respond for a really long time and then she goes, "Namira I think your microphone is messing up or something" all quietly. At first I felt bad, but now I just can't stop laughing about it. If you heard this girl's voice you would understand. It's so absurd.

St. Louis = Dramaville

I'm serious. No one fights for more than 10 seconds in Kirksville... maybe that's because they'd go crazy bored if they didn't make up... probably. lol.

I really like my composition class. It makes me feel like I'm really accomplishing something. It also makes me wish I'd have been a composition major. ugh. It's so intense though. Dr. Gooch said the piece I turned in for our last project was good enough "for public performance sometime." I practically shit myself. I really enjoy this. I really really do.

Also, online History can kiss my ass. They shoved way too much shit into one month! HELLLLLOOOOOOO I AM HUMAN! I cannot finish this shit. I do not understand why it isn't an 8 week course. It's probably going to kill me... or I'm just going to bomb it, y'know... either way...

I have been talking to Beth Kohler a lot lately. Hear me out on this one, because at first I was like "okay, enough is enough," too. I've been trying to get to know her better since I cheated on her boyfriend while she was with him, and Garrett wanted us to get along, and I messaged her last night asking if she wanted to go to the zoo with Brian and I Monday or Thursday, because those are the days he has off. She was like, I'd like either of those days, but I made Garrett mad so I'm not sure if he'll want to go at all.
So I facebook him, asking what days he wants to go because he keeps telling me how much better their relationship is, and like an idiot, I believe him, because I'll believe just about anything anyone tells me because, also like an idiot, I want to believe the best in people. Garrett says she pissed him off and he doesn't want to go out. He's telling me, basically, that he plans on being pissed off at her all week. Is this sounding like Nick to you yet? Wait, it gets better. So I was like, unless she cheated on you, stabbed your mother, or dumped your ass you need to pretty much be over it. He says something like for all I knew all those things happened an he was going to bed. I told him I was not happy with him, he says he doesn't care. NICE BEST FRIEND BY THE WAY.
So he stops talking to me. Fine. He can kiss my ass at that point, everyone has been texting me lately talking about how they pretty much can't stand him and he's all fucked up. I love that.
So anyway, Beth and I begin having a conversation, she's really upset and saying she fucked up really bad. So finally I ask what happened. You ready for this, it will BLOW YOUR MIND. It blew mind. She wants to spend time with him, he's apparently really close to her. She asks if she can hang or come down. He says he doesn't want to see her. She says, fine I don't want to see you either. He hangs up the phone. She has been apologizing to him and he won't forgive her. I'm amazed at his ability to turn his jackass behavior into her fault. Like him cheating on her with me, he apparently makes her feel bad about that too.
I told her she should break up with him. I'm sorry, but that was the kind of bullshit Nick was always pulling, mad over nothing, making his shitty behavior somehow my fault and making me feel really bad when I hadn't done anything.

Which is why I love Brian, Brian has never actually been mad at me. I'm fairly certain anyway, I just texted asking. I've been unhappy with him, but it never lasts long than, what twenty minutes.
I dunno, I just hate people who treat who their with shitty because they don't like themselves. I always felt bad for him because he said she was such a bitch, but now I'm thinking it's a pretty good combination of him being a giant dick as well.

Enough space wasted about Garrett. Christy and I made up, that feels good. And the new background on my computer is puppies in a wagon. I'm spending the night at Brian's tonight I'm super excited, we don't do this a lot, and Monday is the Brazil vs Chile game yay!
I'm just gonna go to the zoo with Brian anyway, we'll have fun no matter what.

No, I'm saying we talked about it ~before~ our first date. All that was on the table before we ever even started dating. I'm not saying that's normal, or that everyone should do it. I'm just saying that I liked it. I like knowing what I'm getting myself into, and so does William. I've been on very few first dates that didn't turn into relationships, and those dates were with people that I ~didn't~ get to know first. Most of the time, if I agree to a date, it's because I see legitimate life-long potential with the person, and I just can't get that out of the first 5 minutes with someone.

I like disagreeing, but not arguing. I hate debating with someone who gets really angry/upset when you disagree with them. I also don't like debating something when I feel like the other person knows a great deal more about the subject than I do. It makes me feel like an idiot, and I usually try to change the subject. William and I, for that reason, don't really argue a lot. We both know a lot about different things. So, we might talk about them, and one of us might occasionally say we disagree, but for the most part we just listen to each other, and hear what the other person's opinion on whatever is. He's got a lot to say about religion, and I've got a lot to say about music, and we learn a lot from each other by talking about that stuff. It's just something that we enjoy, while we also enjoy being silly.

I do not want to go to work today... ugh. Sundays suck. it's my longest work day, and I always have homework I need to be home doing (because I procrastinate) but I can't because I'm at work, wishing I could die.

Well so did Brian and I, but you are missing the point here, Cindy, unless on your first date you said to William, "I want to get married by the time I'm twenty four, I want three kids, here are the names I have picked out, etc etc." You didn't do that.
Brian and I had discussed all that before he told me he loved me, but we did not discuss it on our first date. Or second. Maybe, like a week or two in, we brought it up in a friendly kind of way, where he was like, yeah I want to someday but not anytime soon, and I was like, yeah me too.
I'm not saying that you pretend to be awesome for months and months. But on a first date you did not break out marriage. No one does. You keep all those serious topics to yourself and wait until you have them before letting them know you fully except being married in the next to years.
Since we've met we had an actual discussion about it, to which we agreed neither of us want to be married for at least another five years, and we aren't sure if we want to have kids. Brian and I still haven't really touched politics or religion. I don't mind that, I have no desire to discuss those things with him, I don't like the dynamic where you need to argue with someone about their political beliefs. He voted, that's good enough for me. People always hear that and assume Brian and I are either exceptionally shallow people, or just have no idea what is going on around us. I don't know if he pays a lot of attention, I've caught him watching the news a few time but that doesn't mean anything. I hate people who thing, in order to have a deep and meaningful relationship, you need to discuss politics and religion. Um, what? No, no you don't. The last thing I want is arguments because we don't agree with the same politics, or because our religions are different. Fuck, he's Lutheran, I'm catholic, neither of us are really sure if there's anything out there, and that's the extent of it.
I dislike arguing, I don't like friendly arguing or angry arguing, it's stupid and it's stressful. Brian and I are silly people, we don't like to argue about anything. Brian gets sad, I get frustrated and nothing gets accomplished. The time spent arguing we could be making out or having fun, at the park eating ice cream, any number of things. Instead we're no where near each other irritated, trying to work through our feelings which I absolutely loathe. So, to all those people who are feel we need to be discussing and arguing pointless shit FUCK YOURSELVES. That's right, fuck you. You are probably single, and if you're not, your relationship probably does not have any kind of longevity. Happy couples don't want to argue over dinner the merits of the energy bill of '97.
Meanwhile at dinner Brian and I can't stop laughing because we enjoy the other person company while talking about random silly things.
I like that. Nick always wanted to argue, I hated that, I always felt like I was on blast. Brian never makes me feel like that.

heart that boy.
-mb

I did tell William all that before we were dating, but you're right, there are some things that I didn't tell him--well... really just one thing, lol-- until much further down the road in our relationship.

William knew, before we started dating, pretty much all my views on dating and marriage, and I knew his. I wanted to know we were long term compatible before I ever even opened that door :)

You told William all that before he agreed to be your boyfriend?
I think the answer here is no, feel free to tell me no, I don't mind be wrong. What I'm saying here is that when you first meet someone, you don't tell them anything like that until you're already in a relationship. I think almost every woman is like this, we keep things to ourselves until we're in a relationship to start telling them things. I mean, you kept things about you quiet from William because you thought it would make him not like you that you've since told him about because now you know he won't judge you about it.

No, I don't think it would have had as much of an impact, it would be some kind of chick flick, and I doubt I ever would have had to watch it in English. Boys who have their lives changed and impacted is inspiring, women who do is like, old hat.

I'm not going to worry about his ex, she is nowhere near as pretty as me. I go to school at SLU. I am a catch. She once threw a chair at him. Her and I are no where in the same league.
However, getting dressed up tonight was a total waste of time, he's not even here tonight. He's been dealing with every other girl he knows except me. I'm just sitting here in his room because he asked me not to leave, but he's probably not even going to get home until 2..and then I'm gonna have to go.
Ugh.

-mb

If the movie Dead Poets Society were about an all girls school, rather than an all boys school, would it have made the same point?

Chew on that for a while, and tell me what you think.

I don't know. I get where you're coming from, I just never really did that. I mean, within the first week of knowing each other William and I had argued about religion, politics, social things like girls not being able to propose and what-not. I was myself from the very beginning because I wasn't trying to catch/trap him, I was just trying to get to know him, and he did get me, from the very beginning. He understood me more than anyone I've ever met, and he called me out on things that most people I've been friends with for years wouldn't have even been bold enough to say, and I did the same to him. He completely changed me, and I changed him, and we're both better for it (because I'm no longer under the delusion that the Earth is less than 10k years old...).

I just feel like, if you put everything out on the table at the very beginning, there're no big surprises later (like "oops, I forgot to tell you I used to be a man? my bad...")

One of the first conversations we ever had was about marriage and proposals. I said I wanted to be proposed to with a ring pop, and he said he didn't want to feel like he ~had~ to be the one to propose. I said I want a wedding that's so cheap it's practically free, and he said he'd be just as fine going to a court house and just signing the papers and being done with it.

He showed me Doctor Who, and I showed him Bo Burnham (knowing full well how offensive BB can be, and thinking that if William couldn't at least chuckle at it, we were never going to work as more than friends).

It just seems like if you play "innocent naive little girl" and slowly letting the strong minded feminist eek out over time, you're attracting the kind of guy (or jerk...) that is attracted to weak willed women, and who will resent the real you the more you show it.

Does that make any sense? I'm not trying to tear you down or anything. I just think people should (clichély) be themselves--unless "themselves" happen to be assholes, in which case, I'm all for them bottling that up and choking on it.

He did say that, kind of, it was just one of those things where it was like, yeah he's saying he'll still do it with me, but I actually have no choice. I can't say, "fuck your mom, I'm still going." y'know? I mentioned it to him last night, that I didn't like the situation him or his mom put me in, and I was letting it go this time under the expectation that it was never going to happen again. And he was really nice about it, he said it wouldn't, so I'm letting it go for now. Yeah, he was totally in the wrong, but there's not a whole lot I can do about it now since last night I basically let him off the hook for it. He had fun, and I don't want a fight, so I'm picking my battle. If it happens again though, I'm gonna fuck his world up.

I was kind of thinking today, about dating, because I've been on a lot of first dates, but I have only had a few actual relationships, and even fewer serious ones. And it's not because those boys don't like me, it's usually the other way around. I know a lot of girls don't like having to play the game, they want to meet the perfect guy the first time, which I totally feel. Dating tons of people is work, trying to remember names and crap, and having to tell the same stupid stories over and over, asking the same pointless questions. We all want someone who gets us right off the bat. All I could think was that, in order to actually have that, you have to play the game first. You have to sit there and smile and pretend to a pretty little girl, you can't talk about anything too serious, that you aren't trying to jump into marriage or that you have serious opinions about gay marriage, because men don't want to hear that. They all assume we're trying to trap them into something, so you have to play their game (because, lets face it, we are smarter than men, and we play the game better). Once they think you're a chill girl, and they want you around six days a week, and you've got them, then you can be yourself, because they want that. Plus, I'm pretty sure they don't notice anymore. I told Brian in the beginning I hated arguing, and we argue all the time. Sometimes I like it, but he doesn't remember I told him that which is the point I'm getting at. And for the record, I don't start arguments because I'm bored or anything, I mean, arguing like disagreeing about harmless crap. Not arguing because he's retarded.
My whole point here is play the game. Once you have them YOU HAVE THEM. It's worth it. Boys forget what you said almost immediately after you said it.

Brian is watching midgets yell at each other. That's why I love this boy.

peace
mb

Ugh. That's bullshit. I mean, I think it is his fault (not that it's not her fault too). When she "re-decided" she wanted to go, he should've been like, "Well, mom, you said you didn't want to, so I already asked Marybeth. I'll ask her about it, but it's really up to her since you already said once that you didn't want to go." and then he could've came to you and apologized and been like, "My mom changed her mind about wanting to go to the baseball game, but I already asked you, so if you want to go, I'll go with you, but if you'd rather I'd go with my mom, then that's fine to. It's up to you." and then you could've said, "Oh, that's ok. You and I will catch a different game. Go ahead and go with your (fickle) mother." and everything would've been happy and civilized. Instead, he blatantly disregarded you for her.

It's not so much that he "picked her" over you. He ~bailed~ on you for her, and that's completely different/worse. Picking his mom over you would be, getting the ticket and deciding on who to ask first, her or you. In that situation, it's not ~really~ a big deal (or at least it shouldn't be) who he picks. If William had two tickets to something he liked (can't say baseball, because if he had two baseball tickets, he'd probably just give them away) and he asked his mom, I wouldn't be offended, and I doubt she'd be offended if he asked me. I ~would~ however, be quite offended if he asked me after she had said no, and then later told me that she changed her mind and he was going to take her, because at that point I have made plans/arrangements to go with him. It's complete disrespect/disregard for your time and effort. It doesn't matter whether you had to request off work, cancel other plans, or really had nothing else going on that day anyway. The point of the matter is that you now have no plans, and no time to make plans, and you may have even turned down a different opportunity all because he made you believe you would be at a ballgame with him at that time.

I've decided that next summer I will be getting my TEOFL certification, or something similar, and whisking off to another country to teach english for a while. I really truly want to do that, and I'll regret it if I don't. So I'm going to. I'm sure my parents will say no, but... uh... news flash to them, it's not really their choice.

I was going to go on a month long tour of Europe with William (can't because I realized I have no way to afford it) and I was telling my parents about it, and my dad was like, "No, you're not doing that. It's too dangerous. I should've never let you go to Ireland either." Let me? You did not "let me" go to Ireland. You didn't pay for it, I did. You didn't sign any permission forms, I did. So... that's nice that you think it was your decision, but it wasn't.

So, I'm going to emerse myself in another country's culture for a year or two. I'm really looking forward to getting away from everything here.

Also, William and I are engaged to being engaged. We have a date set and everything. Personally, I think it's a little weird, but whatever.

I need a good color scheme for the Wedding. As much as I love red (I mean... I reeeeally love red), it's far too cliché. I wish it wasn't, but it is. Also, no pastels. That's William's request. I'm thinking that based on his color preferences, this is going to need to be a Fall wedding. Not that he gets every say in everything, but I'd like to incorporate his opinion as much as possible.

So...like, a month ago Brian asks me if I want to go to a baseball game with him. I say yes, and assume that's that. Then, like three days ago, without actually telling me he had changed his plans, he mentions going to the game with his mom. I was upset, but it's his mom and I pretty much figured he forgot he asked me, so I don't say anything.
So, today, we're sitting there and he tells me his mom doesn't want to go and do I want to. Again, I'm like, yeah. I fall asleep since it's like, ten. I wake up at one, he's outside. I walk out there where he's finishing washing his car, and he says...so...my mom wants to go again.
I was seriously, kind of pissed. What the hell am I supposed to say, no, your mom can't go? So I was like, then go with her.
Twice. He did this to me twice, and I was mad at him, because he's done this twice, and she put me in a really shitty position. She pretty much made him bail on me, and if I say anything to him about this it's just going to start a fight which I really don't want, I tried to get over it, but when I got home and told my mom about it she got really mad.
She liked him, now she doesn't, she thinks he should have stood up for me or something, but it's not really Brian's fault, it's his moms, shes playing some kind of game with me. Half the time I feel like she doesn't like me, her and Brian took vacation on the same days and he wanted to spend all those days with me and she wanted to spend those days with him, and I felt like, the whole time she was wishing I wasn't there. And it's not like I can say anything, because like I said, it's his mom and it'll just cause a fucking problem between him and I. I mean, he's 24, someone needs to cut the cord, but maybe it's different for you and I, we were much more independent growing up, and living with our parents until we're 24 is like the worst kind of punishment we can imagine.
I dunno, I just wanted to vent to you about it, because I can't say anything to him about it, unless I delicately word it, and even then there are no guarantees, but let me tell you, when we got home today from lunch and she was sitting in there waiting, ready to go, I was so fucking mad at her. Its like Nicks mom, where it's like he has to pick, her or me, and I don't want to do that again.
BLEHHHHHHHH

-mb

Do not name your children after months of the year, days of the week, times of the day, or food items. Do not name them after emotions, or holidays (also, don't name them Holiday). No inanimate objects, or cryptic sounding phrases. Give them a freaking NAAAAAME. is that really all that difficult? I'm looking at you, Hollywood. They will be tortured by that name until they die. How would you feel if your name was Midnight Moonblossom January Giddy Smith? I realize that certain things like "Dawn" and "Joy" are "ligitimate" names, but I don't see them that way. First of all, they are ~both~ kitchen cleaners. Second, the are both nouns...not ~proper~ nouns...just nouns. You wouldn't name your child "Oxyclean" would you? ...you probably would...

Can someone maybe shoot my boyfriend?

I've been bugging him to play tennis, and it's always "tomorrow" ... until Saturday, when it jumped to "Thursday." He said it was because he had to study for the GRE on Wednesday, and write his paper that's due Tuesday. So, that's perfectly understandable EXCEPT that he played WoW for (not exaggerating) 10 hours yesterday. I said something about it, and he said that since I was suppose to be at work (from 1-9--but I called in *cough* *cough* :P) that he knew we couldn't play tennis then and had already made plans with his WoW people to play since I'd be at work. I was still a little aggravated, but I got over it... HOWEVER... it is now 11:30 monday morning, and I got back from class at 11, he doesn't go to class until 1pm, and I don't go to work until 4. You know what he's doing? I'll give you a hint: It does not involve the GRE, his class, OR tennis.

He got aggravated with my being aggravated last night... I wonder what his "good excuse" will be today...

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Why does everyone always say "I remember when you were just a baby. You've grown so much. I can't believe you're already (however old you happen to be, but they never say a year. It's always like 'in highschool/college, having a baby, getting married, etc')" in that mamby-pamby condescending way?

I always want to just be like, "yeah, and I remember you being old. You must be like... an antique now, eh?"

I especially hate when people say "I haven't seen you since you were too young to remember" because that always makes me think, "wow... my parents must really like you to have avoided you all these years."

It just makes me uncomfortable. Stop comparing me to my infant self. It is weird.

I also find it humorous (not so much annoying because, frankly, I don't care enough) that my family is so large that most of my aunts and uncles can't keep track of who's in what stage of their life. So, they ask irrelevant questions like, "How's college" when I was still in High School, and I usually get "Where are you working now?" these days. Occasionally I get the "you...graduated from high school already right?" and once I got a "Why didn't your husband come?" I literally laughed out loud, and then apologized for being rude, because my mom's family mostly have sticks up their snoody asses. And, of course, not wanting to admit her fault she quickly retorted (with a snuff, in my mind, and looking over my head all stereotypically... she didn't ~really~ snuff, or turn up her nose at me, but it fit the attitude) "I'd have thought by ~now~ you ~would~ be married. You can understand my confusion." I gave a "focusing on school" excuse that I'm sure she ignored and went about the rest of the (awful!) party. You can't even call them parties really. It's a bunch of old snobs, sitting around judging and being rude to anyone who's not part of there little West County Snob Club.

Can I just say, there are a lot of racists in that family, and I hate them. My cousin married a black man (I swear to you, some people do not even consider her part of the family anymore!), and every Christmas I have to listen to whispers about why they were invited, and the most awful comments about their four BEAUTIFUL children. I get so mad, I hate going to that stupid party. I hate it so much that it's June and I'm ranting about a Christmas party.

I remembered this whole thing actually, because my Dad told me, after hearing about some friend of the family or something who just got engaged to a black man, that I'm (I'm not kidding) "not aloud to bring home a black boyfriend." I have never screamed at my dad so much in my entire life. (Happy Fathers' Day eh?) I will not repeat most of his reasons, except one that while ridiculous, is not as offensive: He doesn't want to deal with all of his friends and family talking about what bad parents him and my mom must be, and how I'm a whore...basically. Which lead into a discussion about how he thinks that all white women dating black men are just sleeping with them for drugs. Yup, crack whores... because ~APPARENTLY~ all black men are drug dealers, who will trade said drugs for sex from white women.

Can someone please tell me what year it is? Because I'm pretty sure it is NOT 2010. It's more like 1910.

I'm suppose to be composing a project for Intro to Comp. All I want to do is scream.


I'm also mad at William, but for a far less serious matter, and something completely unrelated to any of this.

try that again....

Need to host an image. lol.

remember when we all had xangas? I try really hard to forget.

remember when Sarah Whorehaska showed everyone my xanga to prove I wasn't over Garry? bitch. Gotta love being entertained by other people's heartache.

Is it terrible that I envision her life as this terrible mess, since I have no idea what she's up to? I envision Angela's the same way. Not that I really care about anything that happened anymore. I guess I just know the kind of people they were, assume they still are, and draw logical conclusions to the life that would bring someone.

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I Only Have Eyes For You

No. no. no. no. A middle aged woman did NOT get THAT as a tattoo...

no.no.no.no.no.no.no.

http://www.nemoteaparty.com/

Kirksville...fuck you.

oh.my.god. I know.

I heard someone the other day making the argument that, "if we let Gays marry, we're opening a door that can never be closed and soon people will be marrying their cats."

I was just... ugh...

Listen up, people of the world: Shut. the. fuck. up.

The government should not recognize any marriages. at all. Does the government recognize your circumcision? I didn't think so. Does it recognize your Baptism? Not the last time I checked. You want to get married, fine. You want to be a bigot asshole and keep certain people from getting married, fine, the rest of us will just hate you. But keep it the fuck out of my government.

You want the government to recognize you as a couple, financially, so you can get your stupid tax breaks, fine, get a Civil Union. And any two people (over 18) can get a Civil Union if the so choose. And you know what, 3 fucking people can get a Civil Union together, if they so choose. No, you cannot get one with your cat, because your cat is not a fucking person, does not pay taxes, and probably doesn't even like you.

That is the way it should be.

Fuck Marriage. I don't need a church to tell me that my relationship is official, and no longer sinful. Actually, you don't need a church to tell you that God recognizes your relationship either. If two people, stood together and said, "God, we promise to always be with each other, for the rest of our lives." I'll bet he hears you, and I'll bet he doesn't need a preacher to help him comprehend what you just said, either.

I created a new blog for Rants, btw. Because I have a lot of bottled up anger about this stuff, and I wanted to organize and document it. Just in case anyone ever wonders, "What are Cynthia's opinions on ____." I can just be like, "look it up bitch."

I haven't shopped in a Wal Mart in ages, thats because I love Target, and I always get lost in this new Wal Mart.

Bummer about the jeans things, come home with me and do the running and it will all fall right off.

I'm pretty irritated with all this anti-gay I've been hearing lately, like how society as a whole will collapse if we allow the gays to marry. Really? Like it did in Canada? And Holland? And Iowa? According to some poll I'm not going to cite here because this is not a paper and I don't have to, people who are okay with gay marriage has tipped over the 50 percent margin. So, basically, over half the population is alright with gays getting married, and what a shock a minority of the population is trying to stop them because of religion, which is not a valid argument in a government like ours.
Things like that just piss me off.

Denmark is winning, btw, the game I'm watching. I don't know why I have this on, I don't care about either of these teams.

-mb

Things in the apartment are going well. We're getting along. Not much to say, I guess, except that he has horrible eating habits, and I have a stack of tiny jeans that cut off my circulation to prove it.

I no longer fit into ANY of my jeans.... like, not even my comfy jeans.

This has happened in less than ONE MONTH! When I packed up to move, I tried on literally every piece of clothing I own to throw out (via donating) what didn't fit. So everything I moved in with was the correct size. I haven't been wearing jeans because it's hot as balls outside, but I haven't been doing laundry either, so when I was getting dressed for work a couple days ago, I was forced to wear them--or so I thought. Not a single pair fit. Most wouldn't button, the one's that would I couldn't sit in. I ended up having to borrow William's pants, and I was late to work.

I am not a happy camper about this. Especially since I can't afford new clothes (especially not since I'm not shopping at Walmart).

"Save Money, Further contribute to society's downfalls"

cannot express enough how much I hate Walmart. And, I'm not talking just about the crappy wages, and poor treatment of employees. I'm talking about the "Save Money, Live Better" propaganda that their this angel of hope for the lower class. They're not. They are the opposite. Every dollar spent at Walmart is a dollar that could've went to a small business owner who's struggling to keep his business open because it is impossible to compete with Walmart's prices. It's so hard, these days, to ~not~ shop at walmart because, as a society, we've grown dependent on stores like this, and can't afford not to.


I get worked up over shit like this far too often. But seriously.

Starting today, I'm going to make a serious SERIOUS effort, to no longer shop at Hell... I mean Walmart.

Bitch it is your turn to post something. you just moved in with your boyfriend, I know you've got shit to complain about.

BRING IT ON