Waiting for my mum's prescription.
A beast of a woman sitting next to me is giving me
the stink eye because she thinks the irritating, repetitive
racket coming from her cell phone is coming from mine.
Get real.
A man with tattoos for sleeves stands behind us in line.
I could've done a far greater job than the smelly,
hung over man he payed to do it.
Tabloids are ridiculous.
This store is really nothing good.
Stephen King's Rose Red is on television.
Some might find it tacky, but I LOVE Stephen King.
In fact, I actually grew up on IT. Thanks Brooke ;)
Spaghetti... Again. I am tired of heavy meals.
I need me some good old, caesar salad.
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