the grocery store

i just spent way too long in a grocery store that was too large to exist. how can there be so many kinds of sauces? wtf, i would rather have one kind so my brain doesn't explode trying to think about which frickin salad dressing to get. by the end i had forgotten where we parked, but luckily my sister drove so that wasn't my responsibility. grocery stores are becoming as creepy as malls. boo. but you can't be that mad at a place that clearly labels where the brats are, just another reason why i love wisconsin.

i want to see the departed soo bad. damn it.