Ah, beautiful Oakland, California: the best place in the world for a skinny loner white girl to wander around in spandex, apathetically listening to emo music in headphones. I sure am glad I took the bus
today, too. Oakland buses are always so quiet and peaceful.
I can’t believe how much stuff I bought at American Apparel yesterday. I freakin’ love that place, though. It’s an entire store full of overpriced neon spandex. What’s not to love? It’s the perfect place to shop if you’re a super-skinny hipster
who wants to get noticed all the time, but also wants to make it seem like you don’t
want to get noticed. Bright purple spandex is just what the doctor ordered. Then again, who gives a shit? As long as I don’t get bothered, I’m fine. Whatever.
I’m so glad I stopped by the Clunky Headphone store while I was running errands today. I’m tired of wearing those discreet, perfectly functional, easy-to-transport earbuds that came with my ipod. If I want to have music going into my ears, I want something that will make me look like I’m from either outerspace, or 1994. I think these giant tincan headphones totally do the trick, so whatever.
It’s Tuesday, right? There’s nothing good on TV on Tuesdays. I guess I could watch the Olympics, but everytime I turn them on it’s just figure skaters. Last night they were talking about one of the male skater’s girlfriend. How in God’s name can any male figure skater be straight? It just doesn’t make sense. You’d have to wake up every morning, look yourself in the mirror, and say, "Self, every single f*cking thing that you do today is going to be SUPER gay. You’re going to wear gay clothes and do a gay dance on ice to a gay song, hoping to win a big gay piece of jewelry. And it’s going to be seen by everyone in the entire world. Then, after that, you’re gonna come home and bone the shit out of your hot girlfriend. Now giddyup!" Meh. Who cares about stupid gay figure skating. Whatever.
I wish Dexter was still on. That show killed me with cliffhanger endings. The last season was pretty good, though. John Lithgow was super creepy. That one episode where he hides outside the bar to get people to beat him up, and then he just comes out from behind the dumpster and goes "c-c-c-cunt!". Man, that was so weird. Good season, though. I like the direction it’s headed. Especially now that they killed off his annoying-ass wife. Either he’ll get all sappy and remorseful, or he’ll get pissed because his wife got murdered, and then he’ll just tear the crap out of everything and everyone, and if he doesn’t? Who cares? Whatever. If next season is terrible, then I’ll just—
—WHAT THE F*CK?!!
How does he know my name?!!!