So, I spent most of today inside. I was up until 6am talking to an old friend on Skype, laughing my ass off. So I slept until about noon and hung out in bed with the dog all day. Eventually around 7pm I ventured out. I needed something to eat and to simply stimulate my brain with something other than the YouTube vortex that consumed my entire afternoon. Plus, it's 50 degrees in December in Chicago, so I wanted to soak that up a bit too.
So I got on the bus not really sure where I was going to go. I decided as the bus progressed further into the more happenin' part of town that I was going to go into Old Town to eye up a tiny xmas tree to make my own this weekend. But before I'd go over there and look, I decided to pop in to Starbucks for a tiny iced coffee. The girl behind the counter clearly didn't want to be there and was talking to her friend who came to visit her. I politely waited for them to finish talking before I gave her my very simple order (tall iced coffee w/ soy). And even still she was very glib. (not to be confused with Barry Gibb)
I brushed it off. She and her friend clearly had bigger problems and I think we'd all been there. So I was gazing at the lovely coffees Starbucks was selling that I could ask my roommate to bring home for free, since he works at one. The guy preparing the coffee looked at me and said "Iced coffee, right?" and I confirmed. I continued to read the label of the Christmas Blend coffee in my own little world, when the same guy turned to me and as if I were both retarded and hard of hearing said "YOUR DRINK IS READY. THAT'S WHY I SAID THAT.". This really put me off. Hard. I'm not sure why. He's a stranger with zero impact on my life in general. So I decided not to let him have that power. I popped my straw into my drink, looked him in the face and said "Sorry, I guess I'm fucking SLOW. Have a good day... DICK." and I left.
It soured my mood a little, I'm not gonna lie. I may come off as crass and obnoxious on occasion, but one thing I never leave the house without is my manners. I'm always polite, especially to people serving me food or drinks.
So while I stewed on that, I took a quick jaunt across the street to the beautiful Christmas tree haven on Wells. I didn't go in to price them out, but it seems they have the teeny tiny tree size I'm looking to fulfill in my apartment.
It was then I decided I wanted to go look at clothes. I found a dress on Forever21's website that had a dress I really love and wish to procure for my New Years Eve gathering I'm attending. I was being stalked in the Forever21 by a woman named Tamra. I'm pretty sure she thought I was stealing stuff. I had my phone out trying to vlog a thing or two and she kept walking up behind me. It was not only insulting, it was also a weensy bit creepy. First of all, I was wearing a fitted leather jacket that I can barely fit my tits into, let alone an oversized sweater. Secondly, I didn't even have my purse. I had no means to steal anything, nor would I. Upon annoyance at Tamra's close attention to my every move and my inability to find the exact dress I've been clamoring about for days, I decided to book it.
Plus, I didn't want her to see the thirty necklaces I stuffed into my bra.*
I walked from there to the grocery store, where I spend approximately 75% of my time in general. I have an affinity for grocery stores. This one is particularly cozy and huge with an enormous liquor store upstairs and some of the most attractive men I've found in the city of Chicago.
I walked around the store with a slice of banana cream pie for about an hour, in a desperate attempt to find something that would satisfy my need to eat dinner. After many options, deliberations and running into the same adorable guy, I grabbed the box of taquitos that somehow knew my name and how to scream it and decided it was time to get on home.
So here I am. Half a slice of banana cream pie and a handful of taquitos deep in my evening and I'd say all in all it was an okay day.
I think tomorrow will be hours and hours and hours at the bookstore and some valuable blogging time. Unfortunately, the guys at that Starbucks are even bigger dicks than Johnny McYouMustBeRetardedFace.
I promise my blogs will gradually get more entertaining or gradually less entertaining very soon.
Maybe she's born with it.
Maybe it's mayonnaise.
*joke.
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