malls are depressing. i stroll in following my hyper mother into the doom of all dooms. it's all colorful and happy filled with skinny ass human size dolls that fit perfectly in the clothes. it's depressing and mortifying. i'm annoyed and grumpy. so i finally settle on some plain ol' black dickies and leave my mother to wander around. she buys the stuff and then we leave. thank you god. but then we end up at the block and she's pulling me into ron john's surf shop and i'm terrified. i dont want to try on bikinis!!! she lets us leave and i follow her (why do i follow her? why must i be that stupid) into this store named after evil mermaids (sirens). i get two pairs of pants that satisfy me and then she lets me get starbucks. so here i sit, drinking my caramel frappuccino that goes by the name "Large Marge". and dont you forget that.