You know what I don't get. See, I went shopping today after class, and I bought my earrings, the cd was out, and the underwear wasn't my size. So I went to the next thing on the list...a hat. Now I walked into Joyce Lesely, a clothing store, and no where to be found were hats. I stand corrected. There were two hats. One $20 and another $25. These hats must have been made of gold, actually they were just made of that fake cow skin stuff (aka swade). So knowing that tomarrow I wanted to go to Willowbrock to look around, I wasn't to disappointed about the hat, I'm sure I would find one there. But as soon as I left JL, I went into to Sam Goody. Same Goody a music store, and do you know what they had? HATS!! Piles and piles of hats, and t-shirts. Um HELLO!! are we a lil confused here. SG is saposed to sell music/video things, and JL is saposed to sell clothes! What's going on here!!! I was about to blow my confusedar (aka radeR), so I quickly walked out of that end of the mall, and went into a book store I was looking through the different mags, and there was this one where all I saw in it was ads, every page had an ad on it, if you can't afford to have a mag without that many ads, you shouldn't have a mag at all! So I eventually bought a mag that I might want to sucribe to. And as I was paying, they lady asks me if I wanted to use some kind of card. "Well I don't have that card," I tell her nicely. "Oh?" she replys, "Well, would you like to get one? It will do you household wonders." My household? Lady, do I look like I'm thirty and raiseing four kids? And how will a card, probably no big then three inches do my house wonders? My mom, yes mam, I still do live my parents, would probably think it's garbage and through it out..or I would forget about it, and in 5 years, chuck it myself, becuase it would be worthless, and then I would get nagged on by some lil twit like yourself, to get another card that would, and I quote, "Do my household wonders." Where on earth do you come up with this crap? Are they paying you to say this, or did you read it in one of these superficial mags that people like myself might buy and then never read again?
I have come to the conclusion that this web site should no longer be called "The Inner Me" but instead, "My rant and rave page, Beware!"