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2004-02-12 - 5:26 p.m. don't you want to ride? - klymaxx it's been a few days and stuff has happened. nothing major. just basic stuff. i went to ikea in burbank the other day with chad, it was the most disappointing visit i've ever had. i like ikea. i've been going there for years. i wouldn't furnish an entire house or room with ikea furniture, but, a few carefully chosen pieces here and there are pretty cool. anyway, usually everyone there is nice, helpful, etc. not on this particular day. it seems that i got every disgruntled employee in the joint. .....i'm already exhausted with this story. suffice it to say, people had their heads up their asses and i wasn't happy. the kicker, after ikea, we cross the street to barnes and noble. i forgot that i had a 50 dollar gift card from my mom, and wanted to pick up a few books. i ended up buying my nephews some really cute books, as well as my godson, and god daughter. so, i'm in line and chad and i are totally checking out this hot artist type in line. cute ass, great hair, cool clothes, etc. the guy knows we're checking him out, and he keeps turning and smiling. the guy ringing him up is kinda rolling his eyes and trying to get his attention. they finish their transaction, and it's chad's turn. he pays, then it's my turn. the guys scanning all my kid's books and goes into this schpiel about their book club. buy so much, save so much, you know, blah, blah, blah. i tell him no thanks. and, yes, i was nice about it. i'm always nice about that kind of stuff. i know that they're just doing thier job. so, after i POLITELY decline, he says, "oh, you don't buy your kids books very often, huh"? so, not only am i a parent (who knew?), i'm a bad parent, depriving my phantom offspring of the gift of reading, and denying them the edge that all children need now a days to get ahead in the world. did he not just see me flirting shamelessly with the tousled tressed artist in black? did he not notice my slim fit plaid pants, the muscle t, and the aviator glasses atop my fabulously styled locks? honey, i'm too fabulous to be a daddy. well, not that kind of daddy. anyhow, i tell him, "they're gifts. i'm (dramatic pause)...single", and i wink at him. he hurriedly finishes scanning my stuff and sends me on my way. what a tool. i mean, c'mon. i practically had gay stamped on my forehead with that ensemble on. besides, just because i declined his wonderful offer, doesn't mean he gets to be all snarky. i don't go to barnes and noble very often. they're too expensive. so there. matty and i are coming up on our anniversary. pretty cool. work's been kinda nutty. i'm trying not to let it get to me, and i'm doing pretty well. thanks to the long break, and, i won't front, mothers little helpers. has anyone been watching "bands reunited" on vh1? it's so fantastic! i just saw the klymaxx one, and it was kinda sad. the romeo void one was also very good. i've got a casserole in the oven. my aunt gave me a recipe. it's super simple, so, even i can make it. whoopee!! later |
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