A beautiful story about a girl and her pants
I bought a pair of red pants today.
I have never owned a pair of red pants before. I brought them home and cut them off below the knee. I thought they would look better that way. They did. It gave me a great sense of satisfaction chopping them. They did start to fray and I ended up lighting my knee on fire trying to melt the nylon together with a lighter. Why I thought I could do this with the pants on is beyond me. But once I took them off to finish the job, everything was fine.
I feel very jaunty in my red pants.
I have the television on in the background. Do you believe that 7-11 is actually advertising go-go tacitos as food. They spent a bunch of money to make people want to buy toxic waste out of an unsanitary, greasy, heated cabinet next to the cash register. Corporate America sucks. No, that’s not true. Corporate America is only pandering to what we ask for. So, we suck…. generally…..80% of the time, we suck. Or, if I weren’t being so harsh, I would say, 80% of the time we take the path of least resistance.
And I unfortunately have to include myself. I do not want to. I wish I were better, stronger, faster but alas…not true. I ate FAST FOOD today! I was driving around (as I do often do) thinking and roaming when I realized that I had not eaten yet and I was hungry. Minutes before I was reminising about Coca-Cola and the good times that were had while drinking it in my youth. A Wendy’s appeared like an evil beacon in the sky. My resolve caved in the face of hunger and nostalgia and I ordered a dead cow combo meal. For shame, for shame. When I was coasting into the drive thru, I felt like I was buying herion or something. Rediculous.
I origianlly started this rant to write about why I went to the mall in the first place. Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s very interesting. We had a “charting” class in school yesterday. I’m starting work in the student clinic next week, and we have to be able to somewhat tell what is “wrong” with a client’s posture and be able to write it on their chart. I thought the mall would be a great place to be able to watch people walk around natuarally and observe bad posture, pelvic tilts and rotated spines. It was almost a painfull experience. I wanted to run up to several people and just tell them to give me a few minutes of their time so I could stretch their arms or open up their rib cages. Fortunately, I had the forsight to contol myself and was not escorted out by mall security.
Interesting…I was re-reading this before I posted it. In the last line where is says “to control”, I had typed “no control”. Hmmmmm….what would Dr. Freud say?
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