Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

For those of you that are dedicated servants that can't get enough of my website, you may have noticed a small change I did this morning.  For those of you that are just beginning your life indebted to me and my sinful ways, look over to your right.  I was looking on the website and found a bog where I can throw links of blogs that are fabulous.  They are blogs that I read on a daily basis and I figured, hey, the world needs some more enlightenment.  Sure, my blog is utterly fabulous and I have, literally, 10's of people visiting my blog daily to read about my insights and my hotness.  So, feel free to browse the other blogs that are posted on here.  Sure, the people won't be as hot as I am, but they're pretty sweet.

I was watching "The People's Court" today as I normally do, and I found myself wondering something and coming to a stunning realization.  Well, two actually.  Judge Marilyn Milian is freaking hot and she kicks so much ass.  I mean, she can totally nail people and not be a total bitch (Like Judge Judy...but, I love Judge Judy for that very reason...).  And, the second observation is this:  It almost every episode, at least one of the Defendants are damned ugly.  Like this Defendant yesterday that looked like this weird collaboration of man/woman/giraffe.  I looked at her and was like, "My God, that woman has to be the UGLIEST person I've seen!"  I mean, her face was fine and everything.  But, her lower body was like a woman's, her upper body was like a man's, and her neck was like a giraffe.  I mean, it was like God was giving lessons to lesser deities on how to make a person and the Short Bus Deity made a major fuck-up and God decided to give the creation life just for kicks.  Because, as we all know, God does many, many things just for his amusement.  Not to teach humanity a lesson, show us patience/kindness, or  save us from ourselves.  He gets his jollies by kicking us in the nuts sometimes...it's what gets him off.  Sick and twisted, I know.  And, actually, I'm kind of jealous.  Because, as we all know, I love torturing people.  It gives me a sick twisted high that I can't even begin to describe.  Yes, maybe if I was raised slightly different, I would have been a cannibal, feeding on people's flesh and sorrows and dancing around the back of the house late at night while I bury their bodies.  Not...that I've ever thought about doing that or, heaven forbid...done that.....No one knows where my house is right...Right?

I was finally able to get my prescription for Elidel filled at Walmart.  I swear, I thought I would have to sleep with someone to get the stupid thing.  They did a partial refill for me last week but said that they were out and I had to come back Tuesday (ie yesterday) for the rest.  They didn't charge me for it and I felt weird having a prescription that I didn't pay for, so I wanted to go back as soon as possible, settle up the differences and to leave.  So, I came in yesterday 'cause, well, that's when they said they would have their shipment for me to get.  So, I came in around lunch time and, lovely, they still didn't have it, the delivery didn't come until later.  Fantabulous.  So, I got there today and I was waiting in line behind this lady that felt that *not only* should she pay for her drugs at the pharmacy counter (which is totally fine...), she had to pay for all of her other items at the counter.  Which, is fine...if there is no one behind you.  But, if there's a line behind you, bitch, pay at the cash registers for your other items and let us tend to our shit!  So anyways, while I was waiting behind Ms Inconsiderate Ho, there was this old guy that walked up next to the lady and demanded to get attention and get his shit.  So, while Ms Inconsiderate Ho was checking out all of her items, one of the ladies was helping Mr Inconsiderate Bastard.  Uhhmmm, excuse me?  Where in the hell were you while I've been waiting here bitch?  So, an old guy comes up to the counter and you automatically fall on your hands and knees and suck him off while I'm standing here, quite impatiently, behind Ms Inconsiderate Ho.  And, where in the hell does Mr Inconsiderate Bastard get off jumping in line.  I mean, maybe he thought I was with Ms Ho and went to get service, I'm sure that was the deal.  But, Ms Service Sucks knew I wasn't with that lady.  Bitch.

So, after whipping out my winky and my credit card, some one paid attention to me and I got my shit checked out.  I then proceeded to head over to the light bulb section, as, well, we needed light bulbs.  I was trying to think of a witty comment but, alas, there was nothing.

So, anyways, I was heading over there, zipping around 'cause of the pharmacy drama and this guy was pushing this cart in front of me and then stopped dead in his tracks, I almost plowed into him.  So, I jumped back, zipped around him, gave him "the look," and then proceeded to head off.  And, I'm assuming that his wife was in front of him with her own cart, stopped in front of me, turned the cart half way around, trying to say something to the guy, and I was almost smacked in the stomach with the damned thing.  I almost freaked out on her.  However, being the lovely and considerate person that I am, I just glared at her and chanted in my head something about her mother burning in hell and I bet Satan is having a grand time with her ass.

It's just the *one* thing I hate about going into Walmart during this time of day (noonish) is that there's old and slow people galore.  I just want to get my shit and run out of the store.  I'm not there to browse around, looking to find the latest bargain and see if they've used their amazing Roll Back Prices to save me .25 cents.  I'm just not that interested in that type of price reduction.  If I need it, I'll buy it.  If not, then I won't buy it.  Unless it's pretty and sparkly.  Like a new Party Dress for the weekend.