Wallmart

I feel like absolute dick tonight, I dont know why. Maybe it has to do with ice cream sandwich one. Or maybe ice cream sandwich two. Or, most likely, ice cream sandwich three, the gingerbread cookie i wanna die edition.

Today I was feinding for iron on embroidery patterns so I forced my Mother to drive me to Wallmart, Zellers, and the Eglington Mall (which is just a walking dead museum of old people nowadays). Just for the record I hate all of these places, so I think it was really a bizarre form of self abuse seeing as no embroidery patterns were actually purchased. Is it just me or does Wallmart=Rogue Borg Ship? In a weird, counter-intuitive sortof way? I guess I could flesh this idea out somewhat but frankly Id rather lie in my bed for fourteen hours a day and stop typing. bye.

Oh, also, I saw this Trek Xmas tree decoration in the store and almost bought it. Then I realized the hue of new Kirks shirt was embarrassingly off. Tsk.