mall madness
Today I went and got all the post-Christmas presents I needed to get to distribute to people after winter break. The staff in Hot Topic (one of whom was so tiny, oh my god, I just wanted to feed him) was oddly cheerful, which made me want to hug them until I realized that at least half of them were probably just high. And then I wanted to hug them anyway. I think my favorite there was the tiny girl with the tiny girly boyfriend (he was shorter than I am, and she was shorter than him). Or possibly the two wanna-be boys (wanna-be what, I’m not certain. Scene, maybe, a little punk) who shoved at each other and called each other faggots (not behavior I condone, but they were so stupid and teenaged, I just wanted to hug them too.) One of them said he wanted the bright pink studded belt (which was what started the name-calling in the first place) and then he asked me if I thought it was a hot belt. I agreed. It was, indeed, a hot belt. Also, he had gloriously curly hair. His friend disagreed. About the belt, I mean. I don’t know how he felt about his friend’s hair. I got a boy’s belt though, that’s too big for me, with guns and handcuffs and explosives etc on it. It makes me happy.
And then my dad made me drive home, but I nearly killed us twice in about ten minutes, and the second time he gave up and we switched places. I don’t like driving, although I swear I didn’t try to kill us on purpose.
