Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Sushit

Sometimes it isn't sushi, it's shu-shit. And I'm ok with that.

My friend hit an imperative point in regrads to grocery stores and their lack of concern and clearly lack on disclosures...

Do you really understand the importance of the local cashier?

OMG!

If I'm on my period and sad and wanting a drink, I have to get these items at my local store...when I go to purchase these he/she is already expecting me...they know me from last month. And God forbid I have my "crimson tide" near their pay day because they're even more observant and I'm not happy.

If you have to waive all rights for a basic HMO plan, then why do they not have you sign a waiver of sorts at the fucken store? This is a serious invasion of one's privacy. They know if you took a shit and are out of toilet paper by the way you run to check out line. They know if you're on the pill bu the way you seek out the most "pleasurable to her" condom. They know if you have kids if you stock on Lunchables.

More to talk about later...gotta throw up now.

1 comment:

Erin said...

And of all God's people screamed "HALLELEIGUA!!!" (How the hell do you spell that word?)