Why megan is not allowed to go to the mall
Jill: smell this. Megan: *sniffs bath and body works lavender-scenty thing* Jill: do you like it? Megan: I don't know why; but when I smelled it, the first word that popped into my mind was 'crotch'. Waiter at mall restaurant: I'm sorry, but the cake does not come with an actual sparkler like it shows in the picture. Megan: that's ok. the new hampshire, maine, and massachusetts state police banned me for life from playing with fire ever again. Megan to Vicky Secret's saleswoman: Why does this place look like an expensive frederick's of hollywood now? is the dominatrix thing in? *Megan, jumping up and down, runs over a small child in the discovery channel store* *gets into fake-sparkler fight with 6 year old at the restaurant* *inserts fake sparkler into ponytail and pretends to be part of Gem and the Holograms* *tries to lick fake motorized alligator at the rainforest cafe* *vehemently dances to all store music*
oh,
..and windows fucking sucks.
discuss.
there is a noticable lack of freaks in copley square for some reason. even the street performers are a no-show today. there was only the crazy guy who sits outside the library and yells at himself in spanglish. hmmm...
i think they're out plotting to take over the city, but that's just me.
meanwhile, it was a beautiful day today, and i got banana lip balm. how rad is that. i also got my dad's gift for fathers' day, and i found something for chri5s. (haha! you'll have to wait to find out!!) if anyone else wants to be on my random gift list, just have weird conversations with me aboutt he stuff you like (or reeeeally don't like), and you might find something zainy in your mailbox. or crawling out of your mailbox...
tee vee
after a television coma of approximately 4 months, i have resurfaced in front of my mother's digital cable-equipped magnavox. i have come to a conclusion after several televisioned days:
tv is scary.
maybe i haven't given tv enough time to explain itself. maybe i've given it too much time. all i know is that it has jilted me. all the cool cartoons of my youth have been replaced by dancing purple dinosaurs and a really bad power rangers ripoff. Reality shows, which derive their popularity from the fact that they are so fake, are ridiculous. Where has my teevee gone? has it truly crumbled into only 6 hours of law and order (rock) and adult swim?
i am moving to a place where there is noo teevee. i will be happier for it.
well hello there.
okay. so i've started this thing. i think i copied chr5is's idea (the 5 is silent), but mine won't be so political. i know this infuriates you dude, but i'll try to throw some politics in for good measure. i figure the best way to collect my thoughts is in writing, and this way my friends can do a little responding (eh-hem) and ask me questions like: "megan, why don't you make any sense? is this a special education journal?" or more hopefully: "i totally agree with you! here is your own tiny island nation to dictate over benevolently and a lifetime supply of bananas and chocolate-covered pretzles!"*
a sad opening to a journal indeed, but maybe I'll post a little something later...
*do you have these things? can I have them?
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