| The Powers That Be ( @ 2003-03-02 15:05:00 |
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Wal-Mart is an import from a Hell Dimension...
...I am convinced of it.
Those vests. Those buttons. The endless expanses of shiny white linoleum reflecting flickering flourescent lights forever into your eyes until you feel like shards of glass exploding into your gray matter would be a RELIEF. The seemingly never-faltering waves of overweight housewives in Keds pushing strollers filled with mewling snotty rotund children throwing my precious ladies' wear ALL OVER THE STORE JUST AFTER I FINALLY GOT THE KATHY LEE SPECIAL LINE SORTED OUT.
That is it. I am fed up. I quit.
Now. How the heaven am I going to pay rent?