Crap. They’re on to me.

I think this pretty much sums up my family’s experiece with science fairs, and the way the projects really get done.

I’m having heart palpatations.

I swear.

Ok, you know those people who’ve made it their life’s goal to visit every Taco bell in the world, or to collect shot glasses from every major US city.  I now have a weird life’s mission.

And before I continue, I will admit i’m a walmart whore.  Small business out of business, evil corperation, bla bla bla.  Whatever.  Sure they sell plastic crap from china, but… they’re walmart.  They’re open 24 hrs, they have everything I need (and if they dont have it, I tell myself I don’t need it)… so they work well when the ONLY time I have to go grocery shopping is 3am.

I must also add that my sister told me of the wonder that was this place.  I didn’t believe her.  yes, my sister went abroad and besides pub stories, all she really had to show for it was a slew of pictures taken in a supermarket parking lot and a story about carrying all her worldly posessions around London all day and night after hostel checkout time.  But that’s not the point.

I now have renewed purpose in my life. I now have a goal.

I must experience the panultimate in discount department store shopping.   Super Walmart Biggie Sized…

I must behold the power of ASDA. I’ve been surfing this site for an hour, and I don’t know why–I can’t stop.  it’s like disney land… but walmart. *shudder of goodness*

Altoids: the devil’s food.

It’s bad enough that they have about 64 types of Altoids in the checkout line at K-Mart (which is all weird and crap–did you know they sell appliances now?? It’s like a mini-Sears, which I guess is fitting–they’re now owned by Sears, I think).  Then I haveta go find the sugar-free “smalls” Which, annoyingly enough are about 1/3 the size of the regular Altoids tin, but cost the same price.  Ok, whatever, fine.  I like all the ones but the original (pepermint reminds me of Christmas, and that just makes me sad), but one thing I don’ tlike is the sticky aftertaste.  So I pick up the Cinamon ‘Toids this afternoon and finally busted ‘em open just now.  Geeze man crap.  H-O-T.  SO HOT.  Not spicy and refreshing.  Hydrochloric acid on my widdle tongue.

Does that stop me from eating them??

No.

That’s the truely disturbing part.  I haven’t had any solid food all day, but dammit–gotta eat all the damned Altoids. Grr, Arg.

Everybody likes a lolly

‘Sepcially when inuendo is involved.

Sewiously.  I dont like cute fics, but this one was so damned goofy it worked.  It was like those goofy audio adventures where the Doctor is doing something perfectly normal, but it is the Doctor, so it’s all weird.  Doctor Who, oral fixation, Rose.  I’ll stop right there.
How many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?