my daddy’s crazy!

if hell exists, than for me it is being trapped in a shopping mall on a Sunday afternoon, being forced to eat shitty frozen yogurt in front of Hollister Co. In know I always moan about this, but shopping malls are the bain of my existence. Maybe because it reminds me of my youth. Wait, when I was younger, it was fun- it meant pizza at Sbarro's and then off to Waldenbooks to get the most recent Baby-Sitters Club book. Later in my teenage years it meant buying posters of the Nelson twins and meeting creepy boys and getting felt up by the pay phones. Anyway, it is pathetic how many people go to the mall for entertainment, and wander around endlessly, and the obnoxious trends that are displayed in the windows. if I see one more peasant skirt or sweater shrug, I will barf.

Squeeeee! Look what is coming out on dvd!

Seriously, this is good shit. Maybe a bit melodramatic and all the white men look the same to me, but is like Little House on overdrive.