My bank is in the supermarket nearest us, so when my mum picked me up from school yesterday, she brought my most recent paycheck for me to deposit, so we could get that and buying groceries out of the way in one fell swoop. Not really, because apparently 'fell' shares its etymology with 'felon' and means "of an inhumanly cruel nature, fierce; capable of destroying, lethal; dire, sinister; or sharp and biting." Um, so, by "one fell swoop" I meant "a single trip to Genuardi's."
My mum didn't bring her purse, so I was forced to pay for the groceries [she did pay me back later, so I suppose I can't complain]. More importantly, I was flipping through a tabloid while we were waiting in line. [I tolly could be addicted to tabloids, if the mere concept didn't go against the very grain of my being.]
Second best part: photo of Orlando Bloom picking a wedgie.
Second best?! you exclaim in shock. A tabloid could have something superior to Orlando Bloom pulling his pants out of his arse?
Oh, yes, friends & Lin Gyis. [do you feel famous yet?]
Best part: My beloved Dom standing on a desert island. I tolly thought I would be able to resist a teevee show with him in it, but I learnt from the caption that he's going to be playing a heroin-addicted rock star. *unintelligible gurgle of lust*
So, yeah, I know where I'll be spending my Wednesday nights from 8 to 9, come September 22.
But yesterday wasn't comprised solely of looking at tabloids, so I'll continue.
After way too many phone calls [and sorry, Nate, for not calling you; our friends have crappy organizational skills], I ended up going to the Neshaminy mall with my chums Amay, Marge, Ryan, et la femme mystérieuse Marisa.
Fun times. Pet stores make me sad. Olsen twins showing their barely legal breastses in calendars make me disgusted. Orlando Bloom calendars and reality teevee's hottest men calendars make me laugh. Johnny Depp posters make me hyperventilate. H&M and Maggie and guilt and materialism and impulsiveness make me buy pink earrings. Cute pizza boys who look alone and unloved make me buy root beer. Cute pizza boys who turn out to be bordering on surly and whom one expects to roll his eyes at any moment make me surprised and a little bitter. Old men in Subways make me want to take them home. Groups of hot guys with megaphones asking if any of us are having a birthday make me say, "Yes, today's Maggie's birthday! She's turning 13," which in turn makes Maggie laugh uncontrollably.
Muaha. Muaha. Afterward we went to Melissa's, picking up AT on the way. Melissa's little sister was smoking strawberry-flavoured tobacco out of a hookah. Très amusant.
And now, loves, I must run, as I'm seeing Vanity Fair this evening. Hurrah hurrah for Jonathan Rhys-Meyers!
I am totally back in the bloggin' scene.
hahaha now i can't stop laughing whenever i picture you and maggie in the mall- and you say ( with a completly straight face ) Yes it's her birthday today she's turning 13!
Ooo you're such a funny character kate
That was an enjoyable evening.
We get all the parking because we rock. And we often don't have full use of our legs. :(
I hadn't realized they were exposing their breasts ALREADY. I thought they were going to settle in for a bit first. And if you use any more French to boost your feminine-ness, I'm going to tell Frauie.
SPOILER: Hobbit rockstar gets eaten by polar bear in first 25 minutes of second episode.
Bitch.
PS: I hate your little "email address" thing.