Ok, so today while my mum was at the hairdresser she decided it would be nice for me to go out and get some sun because she tells me I am unhealthily pale stare
I go to Doncaster, its bright in there, I think I am now pale enough that flourescent lights can tan my skin.
As I was walking in there was this guy carrying a box, and his eyes were totally wide and bloodshot and darting around like he was carrying a box of crack or something. psycho.
First I go into Sanity. Sanity is such a rip off. But I need to kill an hour and a half, so I wont be picky. I wandered aimlessly around finding nothing I wanted to look at, let alone buy. I did however contemplate getting Blur: the best of
Then I went to Angus and Robertson but nothing in particular managed to thrill me. As did Priceline and Coles.
When I was on my way to the tv section of myer to see if Oprah was on I passed two creepy looking goth boys. As I got closer I could hear they were debating who the best Asutralian cricketer was and I almost choked on my own laughtery-vomit-concoction.
When my mum picks me up she tells me my hairdresser has implicitly accused me of being a goth (yeah, implicit rolleyes . she actually said, and i quote from what my mum told me "thats an awful phase" wont be seeing HER again!) and I'm like crying pick on the weird looking one why dont you!
Gambino Statue · Fri Jan 20, 2006 @ 05:52am · 2 Comments |