Actually, life ends at 3am since that is the time I get off. Ugh. To face another daunting task of being in a store with ignorant people for 8 hours is not easy. The least a person can do is to poop at home rather than wait all day only to end up doing it at work. Yes, there are manners regarding bowel movements.

The commercialism began quite early here in my town. Right after Halloween, an enormous amount of shoppers gather each day and night up in the north part of our town. Since there are many small towns nearby, we much accomodate those with #8 bumper stickers in which we all must ask:

"What would Dale Earnhardt do?"

Well, for one thing, I know he wouldn't take the exit into 2 lanes of huge traffic only to go straight after waiting 30 minutes for any sort of opening. You know the type. These people sit there in the most heavy of traffic hoping some good samaritan(s) will stop the flow of other traffic in order to get them and their screaming kids out. According to my weary eye of watching said idiots, they seem to come from shopping at Target.

FYI: I like the store, Target, so don't get me wrong. It's just that we lost all our Kmarts so white trash has started moving up in our town. Getting the kids all dressed up to go visit the place of bullseyes takes away precious time from mixing meth chemicals.

Of course, I must now start thinking about what to get for gifts. Now, I'm pretty crafty when it comes to knowing what to get people. Sara got 3 Nince Inch Nails t-shirts, including 1 that I love in how soft it is. It's just that Christmas is a little tougher thanks to the havoc of work taking away my creativity.

Alas, a star somehow found its way to me in that I know exactly what to get Sara for Christmas but the family here is a bit harder. My brother is motorcycle obsessed while dad whittles his time making his own fuel. In case you are new to this diary, I have a backyard that looks like a meth lab what with all the barrels and an enormous RV awaiting me to learn to drive.

Fact: If I am forced to learn to drive the RV in our backyard, I would have to apply the bumper sticker: "Back The Fuck Up" on it. I'm used to driving small cars and in no way do I see a possibility of staying out of people's front yards and the occasional garage. If I do happen to end up in a garage, we'll just have to open that fridge, pour a cold one, and call it a day as we figure out how to get out.

So, gift giving? I pretty much know what to get but what about me, the boy with everything? I'm not one to think of a list since all I need is a new Dolby Digital EX receiver with DTS ES and a digital camera. That's pretty much it and wish for that person to just have creativity in surprsing me. We've got a full can of lube so nothing in the adult section is needed.

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