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8:34 pm | 13 September 2003 | THRIFT SCORE 2003 You. Guys. I just got back from a random thrift-store expedition to good old maudlin horrible Gary, where the multiple spraypainted Jesus saveses didn't inspire confidence, where my Unique Thrift shopping experience was punctuated by the following: (a) two women talking about how the first's dog had captured a possum the night previous, apparently thereby saving the woman's kittens, and for which said dog received a treat, which "made him real happy, i tell you, Noreen"; (b) an overcommed reminder to "keep yo chillun by yo cart at any time" which was so ghetto in structure and intonation that even the trust me WAAAAAY ghetto ladies trying on sandals started mocking it, as so: "hee hee. 'Chillun.' Girl, he crazy"; (c) finding a perfect black Burberry trench coat that fits perfectly with the original liner and everything for (oh my god i still can't believe it's true) TWELVE DOLLARS ! ! ! Yes dudes. This violently eclipses my other notable thrift scores. Two cheers for the sharp-eyed Krystal for spying it, and one cheer for me for buying it. Woop! Okay, off to drink booze & temporarily forget about my miserable cold/existence. Love, clm. unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |