thank you and good night.
after sitting on my couch this evening, forcing myself to watch tv. i really hate watching tv it makes me sad, but i did it because, well i haven't felt too good all day. so anyway, way later i get up off the couch, much to simon's dislike, grab keys and the last of my bubbling happy ambition and head to Safeway.
I hate this food store.
This Safeway on Mission is the worst safeway in the world. One time last year there was some trucker strike and it was so horrible it was hilarious, because the worst food store in the whole world had like a can of tuna fish on one isle, some lopsided oranges in produce and for some reason more loaves of bread on the floor than on the shelves. This food store is Russia. So I walk in squinting at 11pm, totally uninspired to shop, and I'm already half way through the store with only a pack of corn tortillas (100 count), this isn't going well. I wanted broccoli and, I'm not kidding there was four stems lying on that green Astroturf. uggh. After one lap I head back for the things which could go inside corn tortillas then there's baked beans, wheat thins and Slim fast. Like I say, anything anyone would buy at this Safeway isn't all that pretty. The man behind me at the check out had two loaves of white bread, a can of spinach, a whole fryer and some breath mints. I stop at the pet food isle. This is when it hits me and for a split second I wanted to run from the pet food isle, because no lesbian couple's gonna watch me pick out Fancy Feast for my cat on a godamn Friday night. It's true and my sources confirm, the only people that shop on friday nights are married lesbian couples. I saw three of them there, blending in with the stock boys. I grab two cans of the non-fish kind because someone told me once that fish is bad for male cats. whatever. I can be psychotic about my pets. and leave.