food for my tummy.

SO. i'm at the grocery store. alone. because boy doesn't want to go and get suckered into paying. which is good because i generally buy less items and we save a fortune. i should have known that everyone and their mother goes to the grocery shopping on sundays. or rather mother and everyone she knows. the aisles are filled with mom and dad and multiple kids. crying babies. what is this, walmart? and of course, kids have to push the cart. and of course, they steer it right down the middle of the aisle. you should have a separate license for steering a shopping cart. seriously.
ANYWAY, i finish up in twice the amount of time it should have taken me since everyone wanted to get in my way. i pick a checkout with hardly any people in it and wait for the belt to move so i can put my items on it. its moving slower than any checkout ever should. i decide to cut the bagger a break and place my items on the belt as neatly as possible. cans first, by size, boxed items, stacked into very small pyramids, milk, water, sandwich items, veggies, bread, soda. i eye the candy. impulse buys. resist!
the belt comes to a halt. what. happened.
"credit or debit?" the cashier asks the guy in front of me.
"credit," he replies.
"can i see your ID?" she asks.
"oh. i must have left it in my car. i'll be right back.
WHAT THE HECK. first of all, you brought your wallet in with your credit card in that, where do you keep your ID? secondly, you'll be right back? where did you park, in the fire lane?
what choice do i have but to wait? the guy comes running back in a whole ETERNITY later with his ID. he apologizes to the cashier for making her wait. EXCUSE ME, the cashier gets paid by the hour, you're wasting MY time, not hers. if i had purchased ice cream it would have been drippy by then.
its my turn to check out and the bagger has left so i am to bag and cart my own groceries. and there is not "return cart here" slot in the parking lot. i push my cart back to the front of the store and pass by two teenage girl cart attendants. no, thank YOU. and thank you Albertson's - you are no longer my store.

might as well.

a friday night at the boyfriends house but he is not here. he is out at a friends. its not that i dont want him to hang out with friends, its that i dont want him to hang out with them on a friday night while i am stuck with nothing to do and no one to talk to. i have friends, yes, very few. but the two that still live here are doing typical friday night things such as... hanging out with their boyfriend or husband. go hang out with your friends on monday night when im at home because i have class in the morning, or saturday morning. i dont know. just not these friday and saturday nights. how about we all hang out?
so i am here writing this blog that i had started a year ago but deleted. everyone has a blog now so i'm going to jump on that wagon.