Angry-pants!
Who the living hell builds a bookstore without any sort of book store or video store whatsoever? Answer, a fool! A fool who seeks to inconvenience my Christmas Eve shopping. GRR! ROAR! HATE!
Ah, but it all worked out in the end. And really, it's all Casey's fault, for refusing to drive me to a GOOD mall, due to being asleep like a big jerk. Grr! Roar! Hate!
Tomorrow, then, is Christmas. Not real Christmas, of course, but the Christmas of convenience, as this is when my parents show up. Arriving at nine... when I've been waking up at two or so for the last week. Grr. Roar. Hate.
Um... grr? Roar? Hate?
posted by Ed Turner at
7:30:00 PM
2 Comments:
This is actually all Sears fault. The place where happiness goes to die.
SEARS! GRR! ROAR! HATE!
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