be preeeepaaaaaaaaaared

gip.

suddenly i want to go to the thrift store and look for one of these shirts.

this is the same shoot with christina in the 'a man of quality is not threatened by a woman of equality' shirt. only the shirt is (usually) (and supposed to be) actually 'a woman for equality.'

wtf is a woman 'of' equality anyway?

limited edition she-ra dolls

HOW cool is this?

wal-mart nightmare

i dreamed that i went to wal-mart and they tried to steal my identity. apparently my subconscious thinks they're REALLY evil. i gave the girl my checkcard, and she gave me back like a supermarket savings card with the edges shredded by the card-reader. then she said it was an actual credit card. then i gave her my driver's license and she didn't give it back. i was like, 'give me my driver's license,' and she was like, 'i'm not sure i can do that, pamela. it seems 22 is an awfully low verbal score to keep.' i looked at the card and it was, like, my OLD driver's license, but it had SAT scores on it. and it said my verbal was 22. she called the manager.

...the manager was FRAT BOY MANAGER.

ahahhahahahaha.

i finally got royally pissed off and said to him, 'look, my REAL verbal sat score was 800. you're not going to get away with any word games with me. you're not going to get away with keeping my driver's licence OR my check card OR blah blah de blah. GIVE ME MY DRIVER'S LICENSE.' and he did!

and my check card.

and then for some reason they had to GIVE me my transportation.

and he gave me a kid's tricycle.

somehow wal-mart was very close to the university in my home town, down on river road. i rode the tricycle up that little street from river road, to the university. and then started to go home, but then i realized someone was FOLLOWING ME dun dun and i couldn't see in the rear view mirrors (on the tricycle) (because they were, y'know, one foot off the ground). so then i was like, hey, those bastards, why am i riding a TRIKE? so i concentrated hard and it turned into my car. about there the dream turned semi-lucid. i was able to make the route to my house be the correct one too, instead of sort of flying over this mountainous landscape which was what started to happen.

then i got home and walked in the back door and handed my purse to daddy and said, 'just please look in there and TELL me my driver's license is there.' i didn't trust frat boy manager!

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happy mother's day, all you moms.