In the dark? Follow the Son

Recap of my ultra-fab ith excursion:

Sunday: Saw the Hangover with Nessa. Laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Almost.

Monday: Had an interview for an "unpaid" research position which I will NOT be taking up because contrary to popular belief, I am a poor, sick bastard in desperate need of $$. So I ended the day by seeing kala dahhling for din din and then watching a disturbing medley of Audrey Tatou movies, one in which she plays a crazy lovesick psychopath (he loves me, he loves me not) and another where she's a glammed out ho. both equally nightmare-inducing.

Tuesday: So I woke up with a brilliant idea to sort through other ppl's leftover semester dumps for clothes I could sell at the local thrift shop. What can I say, one person's trash is another person's sellable treasure. So Marcy and I began the exciting process of sorting through such dumps and by the end, we had 3 bags of unwanted but still quite reusable shit + another 3 bags of my own clothes that I've had since like 1st grade. I must admit, however, that parting with such remnants of my childhood proved no easy feat for me, as I became quite teary-eyed thinking of selling my history at some secondhand froufrou shop. Sad, so sad. BUT, we were feeling like we could make quite a fortune with the 6 bundles of reusable goodies so we lugged everything in my car and made the trek downtown. That is, until we got to Trader K's. As we got all except one bag into the store, Marcy and I were trying to decide what to put our items under, since we had to wait for them to sort everything out and reward us generously. As we were deciding, the cashier, who I will now happily name as Big Stick Up Ass, was like, "um...excuse me, excuse me, are you guys done yet or what."Ignoring the obvious disdain coming from a puny little thing whose sole purpose in life was to serve, we decided to put everything under the name "Marcy" and I went back out to my car to get the last bag of goodies. Upon my return (approx. 5 min later) the conversation went something like the following:

Big Stick Up Ass (pointing to my other 5 bags on the floor): those are yours, we can't use those.
Me: what do you mean you can't use those? did you even look?
Big Stick Up Ass: um yeah I did, and the stuff is too old.
Me (looking at the sign behind her head which states "We Buy/Sell Used Items"): um...isn't this where you sell used stuff?
Big Stick Up Ass: yeah, but yours is too old.
Me: really? because I see some price tags sticking out from my stuff.
Big Stick Up Ass: Well, that's winter stuff. it's not winter.
Me (pointing to the racks of sweaters next to me): really, because 50% of the stuff here is winter apparel.
Big Stick Up Ass: Well, we're not taking more.
Me: Did you look at the bags of shoes I had?
Big Stick Up Ass: Yeah, and we can't take those either.
Me: What do you mean, they're boots and flats that haven't been worn.
Big Stick Up Ass: Well, they're not leather.
Me (looking at the rows of espadrilles and sandals made from CLOTH on the shelves): I thought you said you weren't taking winter stuff, I would assume leather is kinda hot to wear in the summer, and besides, the flats and the boots ARE leather. did you even look.
Big Stick Up Ass: Well, we've got too many flats. No more room.
Me (looking at the rows of PLATFORM sandals and STILETTO HEELS): really, because I don't see any flats.
Big Stick Up Ass: Well, we're just not taking them.
Me (pointing to a SILK antique dress in one of my bags): did you take a look at that, it's new and hasn't been worn.
Big Stick Up Ass: that looks too old fashioned. we don't do that here.
Me: what? i've bought antique looking things here before. and you definitely still SELL them.
Big Stick Up Ass: well, the dress isn't in fashion.
Me (picking up a drab looking POLYESTER rainbow striped mens shirt and yellow-stained plaid women's shirt from the rack): But you sell items like this, right?
Big Stick Up Ass: Well, it's better material.
Me: what? are you serious???
Big Stick Up Ass: All I can do is give you $5 for a blouse and the rainboot.

Needless to say, I was livid. I parked my car with 40 min in the meter, so afterwards, Big Stick Up Ass wanted us to get our unsold shit from the store asap. I was like, hell fing no--that would require wasting the 75 cents I put into the meter. So Marcy and I ended up strolling into 2 other stores, taking a seriously long time at a seriously leisurely pace. So then when i checked my phone when I got into the car, I had received a call from Big Stick Up Ass with the following:

Hello, this is Trader K's. Thank you for your business today. However, you still have several bags of your items left in the store, and I thought you were going to get them immediately, but because you haven't yet, we will report you to the police within the next hour.

---what?!

so ummmm psycho woman. i thought ith was supposed to be filled with tree-huggers and happy go lucky puffers. aren't ppl from second hand stores also supposed to be charitable, good, and kind, you know like, group hug ppl and generally hippydippy. wtf happened. o right, i know. RACIST. Afterwards, to release my long pent up anger, I went to go do 75 min of cardio with Marcy. Goodness knows I will prolly look like yellow wonder woman if I keep this up...NO MORE. but afterwards, I did reward myself by going to see Up. I also cried my eyes out in the beginning---movies about loving old couples just makes me a mess. btw, I also gave the leftover bags of priceless shit to the Salvation Army. God will reward me.

Wednesday: so I was supposed to go home already, but then Nessa bribed me with a stimulating trip to Barnes & Nobles (where I spent a day lavishing over the fantasy wars of Terre d'Ange) and roast meats for dinner. Therefore, it was pretty uneventful except I had an awesome dream about someone who I will name, Fried Chicken Fingers. I don't think I've ever had a dream abotu Fried Chicken Fingers before, and all ppl need to know about it was that it was TASTY. o and true to her bribe, Nessa and I made corned beef. it turned out a mix of like carribbean/asian fusion. so of course, it was TASTY. what a yummy day, ended with me, kevy and nessa watching the exorcism of emily rose. slept like a babe, again.

So now I'm home at last, hopefully, to sore hearts that have missed me truly madly deeply.

peace and giant asian woman thighs

-me.