well dahlings, i'm ever so sorry for my little houdini act last week. i needed a bit of a break: it's just not healthy to talk about one's self so damned much! but i'm back and oh boy, i bet you're just so darned excited you need to change your panties now don't you...
well anyway, this weekend i suffered the indignity of a mall. yes, it's that blessed time of the year.. don't get me wrong: i'm an absolute yule yahoo. i just lose it for all those deliciously tacky lights. and mulled wine! and all those parties! oh there's just so much to love, and i couldn't love it more. but the shopping part? well... i'm just not the world's biggest consumer.
...in case you hadn't guessed.
but hey, my mom wants a blouse and by golly, a blouse is what she'll get! even if it means going to a mall. ah the mall. it was all so... perfect. disturbing and exactly as stomach-churning as you'd expect it to be. i floated through the muzak and twinkle lights, smirking at the Che Guevare t-shirt rubbing up against the Betty Boop t-shirt and the rhinestone-encrusted Mao Tse Tung lapel pins which could have been ironic were they not so unabashedly, unrepentently devoid of anything but the basest, most superficial tendencies. it was all too much.
and i didn't even find a blouse.
but i was inspired to rent mallrats which i hadn't seen in a while. damn that's a funny movie. oh - and i also rented coffee and cigarettes (Jim Jarmush movie in which funky pairs act out 10ish-minute scenes over coffee and cigarettes. so like, Iggy Pop and Tom Waits do a little thing or Steven Wright and Roberto Benigni or Cate Blanchett and.. well, Cate Blanchett actually. Alfred Molina and that 24-Hour Party People guy's was probably my favourite. damn good stuff.)
shit, i'm running late - so much to do, so little time..
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a side note about this. so i'm whining about having to go to what ended up being 4 stores before finding the cursed blouse for my mom. then i get out there and she regales me with the tales of her attempt to find the film "rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead" in nanaimo, and of the ridicule and snide "of course we don't have that *here*" comments she had to endure. (although one time, a fella standing nearby actually knew the movie and agreed it was amazing. but that no, she probably wouldn't find it in nanaimo.) my guess is she went through the same thing for the books i'd asked for, given that she bought the bukowski from a store rather than ordering it online.
but anyway, all that to say that i guess i should zip it with my little "horror story" of having to peruse 4 whole stores for her...
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