i think something's weird with the toilet paper. like they changed it to be softer or something. more on that when i sit down and compare the new stuff against the last roll of the old stuff.
EXCITING!
but this post is about different stuff.
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me, watching cashier scan things, and swiping my card to pay, since target is one of those places you can just swipe, and then it sorts itself out without shitting itself at the end. you know how that works, Longs? no. no you fucking don't. jerk: ""
cashier: "oh these are great, i love how they're just the right size for a meal"
me, looking at the hot pockets i'm buying: ""
cashier: "or, like you can have a quick lunch before you head out!"
me, remembering when i waited for the frozen aisle to clear so i could hastily grab two boxes of hot pockets and stuff them in my cart when no one could see me: ""
cashier: "sometimes, i like to have them for a snack in the afternoon, when i'm feeling a bit peckish!"
me, trying not to think about how i'm totally eating two of them for dinner, because i kind of just want a bunch of fat and enough protein that i don't feel hungry when i go to bed: ""
people next in line: "wow that girl is buying just like underwear, toilet paper, hot pockets, and vodka. she totally has her life in order."
no, not really on that last part, but the rest is pretty much all true. i have never not felt weird buying hot pockets, and i have never had anyone call me out like i was buying some sort of super fancy green "health juice".
it was super weird.
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