So today, on my day off, I was planning on getting some things accomplished that have been lingering on my to do list for a while. First up was take back a pair of defective eyeglasses. The useless coating that is apparently anti-reflexive (whatever that is? Salesmen just make shit up to overcharge you, I swear), had a big smear on my 2nd pair that I just purchased. I was really not paying attention to them upon the inspection I gave when they came in so I had to lug my ass all the way back out to King of Prussia from Philly. (Sidenote: What the fuck is going on with the turnpike? I jumped on at KOP to cruise over to Plymouth meeting, a 5 mile drive, and the ride cost me $1.00!!! When did this happen? Fucking Bush.)
Good news is, the return of the bum pair was hassle free. I'll get a call in a week to go pick up another brand new pair of shades that are hopefully 100%.
Back to bad news. I was hitting Best Buy to grab the Garden State Soundtrack and perhaps the Snow Patrol CD for cheap and low and behold, Garden State isn't out yet?!?!? How do you realease a movie and not have the soundtrack in the fucking store? Poor marketing decision. So I picked up Jamie Cullem's Twentysomething for $7.00 in addition to the Snow Patrol disc. Cullem rocks! I have been haunted by the All at Sea track that XPN keeps playing, but I was surprised to see that he does a ton of covers, some of my faves actually. Radiohead's High and Dry and Jeff Buckley's Lover You Should Have Come Over are stand out tracks. Best 7 bucks I ever spent. He's kind of like a young, alternative (I hate that word), Harry Connick...so if that sounds appealing, download or ask me to burn it for you.
Moving on, I broke my self imposed ban on fast food today. I was starving and about to hit Target when it occured to me that I should eat something at the "food court" thing at the front of the store. My choices were Hot Dogs, Pizza Slut and Taco Hell, so I cracked and grabbed 2 Chicken Quesadillas. Fast forward 10 minutes and there I am dropping a deuce in the men's room at Target. Will I ever learn? I think my body rejected the concept of fast food since it have been 8 1/2 months since I ate my last Wendy's double w/cheese. Oh well, I guess it's better to fall off this wagon than the smoking one.
Target is heaven. I defy you to challenge me on this. They have everything you need, as I'm sure K Mart and Walmart do, but their shit just looks cooler. I'm sadly enticed into buying all kinds of shit that I think is marketed towards a 14 year old girl too. Fucking Target. I was in there to grab poster board for my upcoming Fantasy Football draft, but you can't just grab stuff in Target. Well that's not true, but when you have the Taco Bell RUN FOR THE BORDER, you have time to wander/shop in between visits to the potty. When I finally hit the checkout I had managed to score 2 sets of sheets, something I don't replace often enough like most men. I decided to grab a comforter to match for 17 bones, some underwears (another item that was much needed) and a can opener since ours was fucking useless.
An oh yeah, I bought fish food. Speaking of which, our tank is looking very green these days. I think someone may be "feeding" algea chips to our algea eaters and they didn't read the package on dosage and feeding instructions. It could be the reason behind the immensely cloudy water? I can barely see the fish in there. Guess I'll clean the tank tonight.
Snow Patrol is tight. Listening to it now. Irish dudes I think.
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