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Oct. 24th, 2009 01:25 pmOh new Rainbow Bright, I liked your artwork, but the only thing I can say about your toys is... Fashion Star Fillies? The dolls do nothing for me, although I do support fun colors in hair. Some people love the changes. Some people are appalled. Meh. I lived through her last skinnification and I'll live through this.
Yes. Like a gazillion other girls (kids?) I loved Rainbow back in the day. I had most of the dolls, a big Rainbow, and Starlite still lives in my room.
I would kill for some Brownie Batter ice cream right now. Kill.
Instead, I have one mini Twix bar. Twix is the ninja of all the candy I will eat. Which isn't really a long list.
Anything with nuts is automatically out because I don't like nuts in my candy. Or ice cream. Or in anything. Ever. I don't mind all nuts which I thought I did for awhile. Then I realized that I only hate most of them. *shrug* So that's out. Anything with coconut is also out because it's gross and makes me all frowny face. How can something that smells SO GOOD taste SO BAD? You should seriously imagine 2nd grade me being really excited about finally trying some and then the look. You know the look. Every kid everywhere has The Look on their face when they try something and it's disgusting but they can't spit it out because they just can't. That's me.
( That was also me. )
You'd better savor that because sadly I became camera kryptonite when I hit third grade. I didn't realize how bad it was til I was in sixth grade. Ever since, you'll be hard pressed to find a picture of me. There's a reason I was the one wielding the camera, love, and it wasn't because I fancied myself a budding photographer. Well, for half a second I did, but I eventually got over that. Mostly. You take enough rolls of film with people's heads cut off, and not all of them were accidents, and you eventually get the idea.
Anyway, back to candy. I'm not a big fan of the fruit-in-chocolate fad that seemed to have gone over big a few years ago. I like fruity candy well enough, but odds are good I'll choose Whoppers over Skittles every damn time. Basically, if it had chocolate and caramel, I was there. So I'll never know why it took me until I was 12 to realize how awesome Twix bars were/are. And ever since, I keep forgetting that I love them until I'm offered one and then I bite into it and I swear, there might be a bit of swoonage going on. Just a little.
And now for something completely different. I dislike it when there's someone who creeps me out in the store and I alert management and nothing happens. I'd even accept an, "I don't feel comfortable asking Grizzly Adams to leave." Instead, I had to stand there and assure other customers (the people from Huddle House) that I was aware that Grizzly there was pretty high on the creep-o-meter and that I had alerted management and that yes, he's totally not allowed in the store, but fuck dude. I'm not a short girl/woman/female type. My work shoes add an inch or two depending on how short I'm feeling that day. He towers over me. He'd tower over me-in-heels. So no. I'm not going to go over there, hold my breath (because even if he hadn't smelled funkalicious before coming into the store, he definitely did after raiding the cos testers.) and tell the dude he knows that I know he's not allowed in the store and to beat it. It's really hard to be polite when someone's trying to warn you that you should be throwing someone else out and you can't do anything else. (We've got these fun signs that tell you that should you suspect a customer of shoplifting, you are to find management and then back off.)
The second part of that whole situation that vexed me? The fact that the guy KNOWS he's not allowed back. He was chucked out by the police the first time and he looks around to see which clerk is on duty before entering the store. And he kept looking at me and I was more than a little unnerved by the stare of DOOM. I'm not eight so I can't say, "Stop looking at me!" Instead I had to bide my time until another manager came in and then told him the condensed version and then waited as Grizzly was escorted out of the store.
And I still feel kind of bad for him because I suspect he's homeless. Only unlike the other homeless guys who occasionally pop in to get out of the heat/rain/weather/buy cigs, he creeps me out. I'd say "he steals" but at least one of the other guys did, too, and the cops would let it slide because he served othernefarious purposes. But he still wasn't creepy.
Siiiiiiiiiiigh.
Drove around the old neighborhood because they've got better decorations. I can still remember hitting most of the houses for trick-or-treating purposes. Still a really pretty neighborhood, although you could see the signs of conform or die. The house with a jungle for a front yard still exists. Most of the homes that used to go all out for Halloween haven't, but others did at least try. My old house was probably the second most decorated home of the ones we saw.
It's so weird to see what they did to the house, but for the first time most of the changes didn't make me want to cry. Other than whatever the fuck they did to the garage. It's covered in ivy and it looks like it's about twenty seconds away from falling apart. They've also got ivy climbing all over the house, but in a way that's obviously deliberate. Mums tsk tsked about how that'll kill your house something awesome. Still. Obviously someone there loves Halloween because they tried.
Tylenol PM is kicking in. I'm having waking dreams of bookcases filled with books. I know what I'll be asking of Santa Claws (yes) for the holidays. Ivy, a bookcase, books... maybe some new shoes.
*yawns*
Yes. Like a gazillion other girls (kids?) I loved Rainbow back in the day. I had most of the dolls, a big Rainbow, and Starlite still lives in my room.
I would kill for some Brownie Batter ice cream right now. Kill.
Instead, I have one mini Twix bar. Twix is the ninja of all the candy I will eat. Which isn't really a long list.
Anything with nuts is automatically out because I don't like nuts in my candy. Or ice cream. Or in anything. Ever. I don't mind all nuts which I thought I did for awhile. Then I realized that I only hate most of them. *shrug* So that's out. Anything with coconut is also out because it's gross and makes me all frowny face. How can something that smells SO GOOD taste SO BAD? You should seriously imagine 2nd grade me being really excited about finally trying some and then the look. You know the look. Every kid everywhere has The Look on their face when they try something and it's disgusting but they can't spit it out because they just can't. That's me.
( That was also me. )
You'd better savor that because sadly I became camera kryptonite when I hit third grade. I didn't realize how bad it was til I was in sixth grade. Ever since, you'll be hard pressed to find a picture of me. There's a reason I was the one wielding the camera, love, and it wasn't because I fancied myself a budding photographer. Well, for half a second I did, but I eventually got over that. Mostly. You take enough rolls of film with people's heads cut off, and not all of them were accidents, and you eventually get the idea.
Anyway, back to candy. I'm not a big fan of the fruit-in-chocolate fad that seemed to have gone over big a few years ago. I like fruity candy well enough, but odds are good I'll choose Whoppers over Skittles every damn time. Basically, if it had chocolate and caramel, I was there. So I'll never know why it took me until I was 12 to realize how awesome Twix bars were/are. And ever since, I keep forgetting that I love them until I'm offered one and then I bite into it and I swear, there might be a bit of swoonage going on. Just a little.
And now for something completely different. I dislike it when there's someone who creeps me out in the store and I alert management and nothing happens. I'd even accept an, "I don't feel comfortable asking Grizzly Adams to leave." Instead, I had to stand there and assure other customers (the people from Huddle House) that I was aware that Grizzly there was pretty high on the creep-o-meter and that I had alerted management and that yes, he's totally not allowed in the store, but fuck dude. I'm not a short girl/woman/female type. My work shoes add an inch or two depending on how short I'm feeling that day. He towers over me. He'd tower over me-in-heels. So no. I'm not going to go over there, hold my breath (because even if he hadn't smelled funkalicious before coming into the store, he definitely did after raiding the cos testers.) and tell the dude he knows that I know he's not allowed in the store and to beat it. It's really hard to be polite when someone's trying to warn you that you should be throwing someone else out and you can't do anything else. (We've got these fun signs that tell you that should you suspect a customer of shoplifting, you are to find management and then back off.)
The second part of that whole situation that vexed me? The fact that the guy KNOWS he's not allowed back. He was chucked out by the police the first time and he looks around to see which clerk is on duty before entering the store. And he kept looking at me and I was more than a little unnerved by the stare of DOOM. I'm not eight so I can't say, "Stop looking at me!" Instead I had to bide my time until another manager came in and then told him the condensed version and then waited as Grizzly was escorted out of the store.
And I still feel kind of bad for him because I suspect he's homeless. Only unlike the other homeless guys who occasionally pop in to get out of the heat/rain/weather/buy cigs, he creeps me out. I'd say "he steals" but at least one of the other guys did, too, and the cops would let it slide because he served other
Siiiiiiiiiiigh.
Drove around the old neighborhood because they've got better decorations. I can still remember hitting most of the houses for trick-or-treating purposes. Still a really pretty neighborhood, although you could see the signs of conform or die. The house with a jungle for a front yard still exists. Most of the homes that used to go all out for Halloween haven't, but others did at least try. My old house was probably the second most decorated home of the ones we saw.
It's so weird to see what they did to the house, but for the first time most of the changes didn't make me want to cry. Other than whatever the fuck they did to the garage. It's covered in ivy and it looks like it's about twenty seconds away from falling apart. They've also got ivy climbing all over the house, but in a way that's obviously deliberate. Mums tsk tsked about how that'll kill your house something awesome. Still. Obviously someone there loves Halloween because they tried.
Tylenol PM is kicking in. I'm having waking dreams of bookcases filled with books. I know what I'll be asking of Santa Claws (yes) for the holidays. Ivy, a bookcase, books... maybe some new shoes.
*yawns*
