bumpersticker seen at the mall:
american liberalism:
the fourth reich?
i almost, but not quite, died of laughter at that. so i don't know about liberalism, but american consumerism is pretty fucking scary, case in point the new super target. we already have, may i point out, two malls, three kmarts and a superwalmart (whatever that's called--walmart supercenter) with a sam's club? so today went to mall #1 (a long long 10 minute drive away, and i drove, because my dad had been drinking Bad Alcohol, otherwise known as beer), where the sister wished to purchase a sketch pad.
michael's, the verytacky! crafts store, is amusing, but overall, not worth the trip. i mean, banks of fake flowers and $12 rubber stamps with floppy bunny illustrations of the concept of family are all very nice (and the latter would no doubt make a fascinatingly existentialist coverillo for void by the adorable wax), but they lose their charm after the first 20 minutes of easter displays. can i just say now that i love plot bunnies almost as much as i love all of you. however, IF i were going to be a pink foam bunny visor (this is a big if) my teeth would by white, and my mouth would not open, and my bowtie would not, by all that's holy, be GREEN?
i'm a good driver, but my uncle joe rear-ended me today when leaving supertarget for home. hmph. everyone was more worried about white paint on his black mini-suv than black paint on my little white car. wtf? --no, i really AM a good driver. i swear. cross my heart. and. er. something? on... the soul of my english-teacher grandmother.
have also decided that while there is a certain cachet associated with loud rumbly bass and rap in the south, there is no cachet anywhere for country. will deny it with my dying breath. (exceptions: jo dee messina, lee ann womack, shania twain.)
i should take naps more often--am now all boingy. going to write that domlijah that some people mentioned. thought i got all the sex out of my system with that extremely lascivious femmeslash i just posted, but such is not the case.
the fourth reich?
i almost, but not quite, died of laughter at that. so i don't know about liberalism, but american consumerism is pretty fucking scary, case in point the new super target. we already have, may i point out, two malls, three kmarts and a superwalmart (whatever that's called--walmart supercenter) with a sam's club? so today went to mall #1 (a long long 10 minute drive away, and i drove, because my dad had been drinking Bad Alcohol, otherwise known as beer), where the sister wished to purchase a sketch pad.
michael's, the verytacky! crafts store, is amusing, but overall, not worth the trip. i mean, banks of fake flowers and $12 rubber stamps with floppy bunny illustrations of the concept of family are all very nice (and the latter would no doubt make a fascinatingly existentialist coverillo for void by the adorable wax), but they lose their charm after the first 20 minutes of easter displays. can i just say now that i love plot bunnies almost as much as i love all of you. however, IF i were going to be a pink foam bunny visor (this is a big if) my teeth would by white, and my mouth would not open, and my bowtie would not, by all that's holy, be GREEN?
i'm a good driver, but my uncle joe rear-ended me today when leaving supertarget for home. hmph. everyone was more worried about white paint on his black mini-suv than black paint on my little white car. wtf? --no, i really AM a good driver. i swear. cross my heart. and. er. something? on... the soul of my english-teacher grandmother.
have also decided that while there is a certain cachet associated with loud rumbly bass and rap in the south, there is no cachet anywhere for country. will deny it with my dying breath. (exceptions: jo dee messina, lee ann womack, shania twain.)
i should take naps more often--am now all boingy. going to write that domlijah that some people mentioned. thought i got all the sex out of my system with that extremely lascivious femmeslash i just posted, but such is not the case.