Of grocery stores and me proving my intellectual worth

I hate Roberts. That's the grocery store I'm currently stuck going to. I'm always struck by the urge to dye my hair purple, put on my loudest clothing and most glittery make up, and walk in there and be completely ridiculous. I feel like they'd die over the gourmet cheese counter. Man I miss Piazza's. Everybody was so nice there. And they sold Honest Tea. And chocolate milk. If every grocery store in CT has Honest Tea, I do not see why we are finding it so hard here.

Fix it, Roberts. Or I will walk in with a boom box ala Do The Right Thing and start a shouting match so colossal you call the police. Maybe we could skip torching the place though.

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( I'm waxing lyrical about my story again, please excuse my own narcissism and arrogance. )

So how was your day, kiddies?

ETA: everybody is talking about their separation from lj, I would like to mention that I am particularly miffed, because I was attempting to write genderswap, and I wanted to read over a few fics to see what they did with the pronouns. Research, you know? *cough*