sometimes it's just easier to navigate by places i've been injured in this town.

[phosfate]

I finally figured out that the antiques store where I tripped over the crossbow* is a five-minute walk from our new building. Yay!

Found some awesome late-60s doll props (record player, TV, suitcase). Laughed at certain sellers' inability to date the most basic items (Yes, Barbie says 1966 on her neck. This does not mean that's when she was made, you dumb cluck.). Was horrified by Jerry Springer. It was sort of like being at my sister's house, except nobody was playing Michael McDonald albums. Thank Christ.

Also, the sidewalk cement outside the store has dog footprints in it. Labrador size. That will never not be funny.


_{*There's an entry for it somewhere, but I couldn't tell you when. Somebody decided the floor was a good place to display a crossbow. A crossbow. Sadly, it wasn't arrowed up, or the noise I made would have been THUNKCLANGOWJESUSsffflangTHOCKonggggggg, instead of just THUNKCLANGOWJESUS.}

Comments

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

My gawdz, I wish I could do animated cartoons. Your descriptions (especially your crossbow bit there) had me giggling and I wish I could share the little anime that played out in my head just then.
*snirk* *giggle*

Not to mention Icon snickers.
You make me feel better about not feeling good. :)

[tomatobredie.livejournal.com]

i'm in love with your icon.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Careful. He's a nice kid, but he's got feet of clay.

[finabair.livejournal.com]

That's a shame. A little sffflangTHOCKonggggggg makes everything better. Well, unless it's pointed at you. It wouldn't have been pointed at you, would it?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I believe that it would actually have been pointed up me.

[finabair.livejournal.com]

OK, that probably wouldn't make everything better, then. Ew.