lisaviolet
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So last night I mentioned I was going to go shopping early. I read all the ads. Made a list and prioritized it. I didn't really want much Christmas stuff, more like "deeply discounted" purchases. This morning, my alarm went off at 4. Snooze. 4:10. Snooze. 4:30. Screw it. I don't care. Off.
I woke up for good at 8 am. I showered and headed out.
I didn't get my morning buys at Walmart. And the nasty sales woman, I could have clocked her. Everything on sale was not where it normally is. Like I wanted a Eureka wand vac, $9. (I have issues with my rugs in the kitchen. They are dark and you can see every crumb and I don't want to haul out the vacuum for that.) Any way, I asked about them and she got all attitude on me, "Oh those sold out in 15 minutes." Well, apparently I'm an idiot and thanks for pointing it out.
Anywhoo, I shopped. I like shopping. I love spending money. Christmas is a good reason to do that. I should be a shopper for a living. I'm really getting off track here.
I so loved reading all this.

You could be a shopper as a job Lyz. I used to do some mystery shopping. But it was fast food. And got tired of it.
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I forgot to say that I saw Milk yesterday. Wow. Sean Penn was amazing. And I loved how real life it was. With gay sex - guy to guy interaction. As in not all gay men are all over the place with sex. But they're men. And men are men. So gay men - well there is an endless buffet. If you think of a heterosexual man and their ways - well double it. Sometimes I wonder why straight men aren't actually jealous of gay men.



Anyway, I left the film thinking that quite possibly we've become so lazy in this world. I don't know. There just seemed like back then there were so many endless selfless fighters - and this has nothing to do with gay rights. I'm talking about all issues/issues you or I think have meaning. I mean everyone is so much more complacent. To fight anything. A lot of people sacrificed their private lives to keep the fight. I'm just a ramblin'. EDIT: Actually what I liked about the film was that Harvey Milk wasn't entirely selfless and wasn't made out to be a saint. He was just a man. Just an imperfect human like the rest of us. But he was a fighter. And I was questioning whether I would ever have that in me. To sacrifice to fight. That made me a little sad.