Thursday, January 10, 2008
Pine Cones
We live in a cuntry where at least 3 times a year you will see a glass bowl full of pine cones. The thrift store. It's a process, it takes time. Rummaging though isles and isles of junk. So much you have to squeeze and push just to pull an item out for inspection, but why pay full price for something you'll be tired of a year from now. Why pay when you can't. Sweaters. Around the corner there's an old lady by the shower curtains trying on red pumps. Shopping carts, we are all smushed together, excuse me, excuse me. I found two good sweaters. I try to look for the most ridiculous ones and then I scale down to normal from there to look like everyone else who wants to look like me, sections. While I'm classifying sweaters I swear to myself. A t-shirt. Now this is complicated. The good ones are usually found in the long sleeve/blouse isle. I am certain the employees of the thrift store do this on purpose. I can hear them disliking me in spanish. I found one in between two sweaters and I look up to see one short, tan woman smirking at me, she knows she hid it. Ha ha, I found it. A faded Bambi t-shirt. Bambi in the fog. It is Disney and I am against Disney. I also hate people who like Bambi, but this is a thrift store, I have to admit a descent find and it's $1.95, large. I always feel fat. Fuck. Well, the color's good and you can really hardly even see Bambi, so. Eagles t-shirts, bad season. Pink nylon frilly thing, a year earlier there's a woman purchasing this shirt going, "Why am I buying this?" or maybe it was a man learning how to be a woman and he didn't know. Somewhere at Target there's a person whose job it is market to these two distinct demographics. Shoes. You know you've been in the game long when buying used shoes has somehow made cents to you. I want velcro sneakers because it reminds me of retarded people or mentally ill adults. There's one on my bus route, mentally ill adult, and he always steps on his own feet, like on purpose. I think it's so cute, I want velcro sneakers! If I think about them long enough and hard enough I will find them. Still a Virgin! (this is an old t-shirt) Hawaii Actively Single Lucky Charms Hollister 22. I bent down to pick up a shirt that had fallen and found someone had drawn hearts on the floor. Fucking life is so gay.
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I once almost bought the "I'm a virgin (this is an old T shirt)" Oh wait... shit.... I did buy it, for my ex boyfriend, who lost his virginity to me. AT THE AGE OF TWENTY FIVE. Churchy. Well I took care of that.
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