stay here till we reach idaho

whew. ohhhhkay. alllllllright. there you are.

here's the thing about sam's club, or maybe just buying in bulk in general: some of it is really ridiculous. for instance: lemons. you can't just waltz in there and get yourself a lemon or two, you have to roll up your sleeves and haul yourself a whole damn sack over your shoulder and into the cart. what are you going to do with all those lemons? make lemonade? like.....enough for an entire county fair? that's cool, if that's the case. go right ahead. if it's not enough for you to lose fake money playing lemonade stand on your apple iic, or the shiny new lemonade tycoon (which, please) on your "pc," and you just have to get out there and make your own damn lemonade, that's fine. when sam's club hands you lemons, make lemonade. but don't come crying to me because you got lemon juice in your eyes and it rained and you didn't get the ratio of lemons to sugar to ice right. i'll just share with you my personal motto: when life hands you shit.....uh.....make shit-ade.

on the other hand, you can do some good business buying in bulk. i like to call these items "things that don't go bad, ever." some good examples include: individual applesauce cups, granola bars, water.

and then there's the ibc rootbeer they always have in the twenty-four case-pack, and i always see it and the five year old kid in me is compelled to go over and pick it up with my twenty-four year old hands and arms and my fifty-year old back and take it to the cashier, but then i just sigh and go to the sparkling water instead.

i really ought to go read some homework now. there is some chicken marinating very patiently in the refridgerator, and some dvds here to be watched, and some wine and whiskey to be enjoyed. but at the moment it's hard to stop listening to aimee mann at the moment, and her lyrics lyrics lyrics! you know what i'm talking about, i hope, maybel and butler and lynch. wherever you are.