Excitement, Thy Name Is The Dollar Store
Today I spent running around doing errands that I had put off way too long. You know the kind. Paying bills, crunching numbers, getting groceries. I finally had a decent pay week, and on top of that, I went through my “wish” list and picked up a couple of things I was really needing, like a new desk chair. Putting it together was a pain in the ass, by the way. I think whomever packed my box got a cheap thrill out of putting the stickers on wrong, because it took me two hours to put four pieces together because the stickers didn’t match up. Bastard.
Anyway, normally I don’t like to shop because most the time I’m broke. My biggest thrill of the day was wandering through the dollar store with an extra ten bucks. Oh, where do I blow it? In the crafts aisle, or maybe some new auto accessories I don’t need or can’t use? How about some useless ugly trinket for the coffee table?
I ended up with ten buck’s worth of dish soap, laundry soap, containers, picture frames, and a roll of aluminum foil.
My life is so exciting I can hardly stand it.