is fuckin' spoiled
. And he knows it, the grinning bugger.
Wandered up to southland, and I swear to god someone's been urinating in the gene pool. I mean, you're used to the standard types you get when shopping: the screaming kids, the chronically sleep-deprived parents that walk into your path with huge strollers without warning, the befuddled elderly couples that somehow manage to take up four-meter-wide walkways. But this.....Jeeeeeeeesus.
I tend to take a surgical strike approach to shopping. I go in, get what I need, and get the fuck out. Unless it's early morning, or I'm nosing through fabric stories and cheapie shops (I have a terrible weakness for cheapie shops, they just have so many useful things!
) , my patience only goes so far. And even then, when browsing, I don't take up an entire aisle, I stay the fuck out of people's way and generally don't act like a mooing idiot who thinks the whole store and all within exist solely to pander to her and her alone.
This concept has escaped many people.
Anyway; 7kgs of rat food, some new arches, snackie treats, and a new kettle. Two stores. Grab some KFC and bring home for lunch. Sounds simple, but took over two fucking hours. And on the way out, I notice something that dear mister torasin
would like. Would like very much. Judging by the complete and utter shiteating grin on his face even now, (there was no way in fuck I could smuggle those things into the house) I was correct in my belief :D
Beer brewing kits. He now has two of them. And all manner of accoutrements - bottles, sterilising kits, gauges, bottle brushes, tappers, carbonation drops, ginger beer bases - he's torn between "but is not my birthday yet" and "WANT MAKE PLAY NAOOOO"
In other news. Kmemes are still eating my soul
. But it gives me something to do while cleaning things up before I put in my SWANKY NEW 500GB SCRATCH DRIVE FOR MVIDDING! *squee*
(and a new USB card and DVD burner, but they are as naught compared to NEW SCRATCH DRIVE SO I CAN FUCKING WELL MVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!)