Saturday, February 18, 2006

Love Smell.

Ever since a certain girl in college first wore it, I have been uncontrollably attracted to the scent of Love Spell. It’s a fragrance by Victoria’s Secret, and to me it’s even more seductive than some of their lace panties.

One whiff and all the passion and lust I have hidden in the back of my brain explode and overcome every inch of my soul.

For Christmas, Sarah bought a gift box full of Love Spell for my mother, and now she wears it on a regular basis.

I think I’m going to need to see a therapist. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Love on clearance.

Today is Valentine’s Day. That means that tomorrow is Buy-heart-shaped-candy-at-50%-off Day.

Most people can’t wait for Valentine’s Day to pass because it reminds them too much of how sad and lonely they are. I can’t wait for it to pass so I can go to Target and buy assloads of candy at discount prices.

Doing that helps me forget how sad and lonely I am.

Wednesday, February 1, 2006

Perhaps it’s one of the Joker’s evil schemes.

I bought a Batman T-shirt at Target today, and being in a bit of a rush, I didn’t bother to try it on before shelling out $9.99 for it. I finally put it on a few minutes ago to see what it looks like, and I found that the bat symbol isn’t even centered. The logo is all lopsided and a good inch too far to the right. I look like the crappiest, most retarded Batman ever.

The underpaid Taiwanese child responsible for making this shirt ought to be ashamed of himself.