Black Friday?

this seems to be today's buzz-word. funny that it's a megadeth song (wish that i still had those t-shirts).

my shopping today consisted of:

• topping off the tank-o-rama (at that 80s grocery store) so that the car will quit runnning so shitty (i require a fuel pump, i'm certain);
• getting "breakfast = bear claw" from king soopers, with some smokes keep me entertained today;
• returning the strings (it used to be very difficult to purchase short or medium scale strings, but i managed to get both, accidentally); and
• getting some cranberry juice for los cape cods (i'm burnt out on greyhounds, and i need to kill this handle today). and, i got some sudaphed (i totally got carded for it, too! what's with that?!?!?) for this severe congestion-o-rama. that new anti-meth formulation doesn't work.
  

when i was retail man, we never called this shit black friday. we just knew that it suckeed. this seems to be a media construction. fucking media motherfuckers.

in other news, i have a groovy exit strategy for this job. i feel like a tremendous weight has been lifted. the count-down is t-minus eight months, four days. "next summer" is the official day that marks my new life as "the man."

two things that i must complete prior to this occurance:

• become fluent in the español (again);
• get my commerical driver's license (again).

today, i'm sort of just killing time (aka: fucking the dog), rebuilding racks, rocking out, and generally chillin'. basically, i'm growing my hair out, or something.

the janette called me yesterday and i totally misseed her call. :( i could have used a good session of dirty talking.

tomorrow, i'm going to a rockshow(tm), and i don't care if i go alone. the spectacle at the ogden ought to be worth $20.

soon, the progear (tm) update, aka the gearhead extravaganZA

i still hate the pearl jam for managing to use my name as a song-o-rama. i always THOUGHT that i was safe.