Thank god for Milli Vanilli!

Also interesting (in a completely nerding-myself-out way), the Salt Lake City Library is totally fucking rad! I want to go back and wander around when I have more time.

On my way home I stopped by Steve & Barry’s because I was desperately in need of some retail therapy. Since moving in with my parents and returning to school, I have had a wee bit of trouble adjusting to a part-time salary. Which is why I end up shopping at places like Steve & Barry’s…it’s either that, or D.I. (the Mormon version of Goodwill).

Observations from Steve & Barry’s

• At first I thought that their prices must be so low from employing sweatshops…but now realize they must pay their staff with jellybeans. Seriously, I’ve had better service at the DMV. I was the next-person-in-line for more than ten minutes while three staff members (unsuccessfully) rang up one customer.

• Straight leg, low rise jeans are NOT meant for girls who’ve “got back.”

• Which leads me to wonder why I continue to try them on?

• I have no business wearing clothes with odd number sizing.

• After using the restroom it became EXTREMELY apparent they are not spending their money on cleaning. There were three visible fluids/substances…my gift to you is leaving that up to your imagination horrification.

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. Just kidding! Though I was dying to say that today when I finished my reading. It’s been a loooong time since I’ve stood at a podium in front of a group.