now all of this could have been put in the other-people diaryland but i try not to write a novel when i'm there. it probably pisses everyone off. anyway, after work terry, rich and julius and i went to long & mcquade music store. there were quite a few kids in there. the next rock stars i suppose. they had some pretty girly guitars. ones with flowers and paisley designs on them. but with all of the girls that were in there, they weren't clamouring to get them. do the bigwigs at the top know anything about anything? fuck they are so stupid. girls aren't going to go for that crap. (even though i'm not a girl i can imagine what they wouldn't like - and a stupid pink guitar with stupid dumb flowers on it is not one of them) ok, i'm going mental. so other than buying guitar strings we didn't get out f there with much else. those guys were going to another music store but that was the end of the line for me.

so i stooped really low and crawled into wal-mart to try and find a present for my nephew. apparently the dumb-ass sales associate didn't know what a viewmaster was. "is it some kind of computer game?" come on lady, you're old enough to know what a viewmaster is? now why the hell doesn't this crap store have any? i guess they don't make them here in canada anymore. i will try a few more stores then i might have to kill someone to get one. and walmart was streaming with all kinds of people. some ass was yelling at his girlfriend in one of the aisles. i almost wanted to throw him through the shelving display. no wonder x-mas makes people violent. there wasn't any cabbage-patch type fatalities but there is still two shopping days left.

so i left walmart and decided to try can tire. well ...their christmas stock of toys was laughable. it really sucked. no viewmaster. so i went to the liquor store to drown my sorrows. j/k

it was moderately crowded and i bought some wine for din on the 25th and was waiting in line, when the guy a few people ahead had a whole shopping cart full of booze. he dropped $300 bucks at the drop of a toque. i almost screamed lush! or when's the party. bottle of jack daniels, two bottles of scotch, etc. jeez, must be nice. anyway, anytime after tonight and you better not even try to get 100 meters from a lcbo.

i've waited in nightmarish long lines. people cry, bribe , live and die in those lines. life in ontario at x-mas.

then at another unmentionable store, the cashier was wearing a " watch out - i bite" with a picture of a cartoon cat on it. nice shirt to wear to work.

well, it's not all hustle and bustle and wanting to kill perfect strangers. congrats to my friend rich on landing a new job and getting out of barton discount hell. may we all suffer the same fate. get out, not hell. he got a new job that he starts in 2004. way to go , man!

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