Sheesh

My mind has been completely made up that shopping during the month of December is HORRIBLE.  So many people, so many cars.  I spent 10 minutes lost in the parking lot of Target, regular Target mind you not even a Super, until I finally had wandered to the very edge of the lot and found her.  I need a big neon flashing light on my car because, sad to say, this was not my first dance at the rodeo.  I wish I could say that I was never going to Target again, but...everyone knows that's a lie.  Also, no one cares.  That's what I want to shout at every person who is disgruntled at the bookstore.

Old crotchety lady: I.AM.NEVER.COMING.BACK.HERE.
Fantasy me: NO ONE CAAAARES!!!

Maybe throw in a "ya old hag" for good measure.

I've had just about enough of the idiotic shenanigans on the television these days.  One girl doesn't want her new bf to know she has to wear a helmet a la Natalie Portman on Garden State so she goes to great lengths to keep it from him.  Ridiculous, annoying hijinks ensue.  Then Tina on Bob's crashes the car even though she was going 2 miles an hour and began all the way across the parking lot.  There was ample time to brake, turn, or wrench the steering wheel out of her dumb dumb hands and get things under control.  This is the best you can do these days folks?  Ugh, no thank you.  I'm going to go back to watching Arrested Development reruns like in the good ole' days. 

My early chipper day has turned into a frustrated grumblefest.  My muscles are all spasmy.

I used to have this friend that I'd call up every night and we'd just talk about random stuff, making each other laugh and find stuff on the internet to send to each other.  I miss those days.  Is it weird messaging someone you haven't spoken to in 6 years?  Meh.