get fucking serious.

k so i was walking through gastown today, you know, i have not really been there much since i moved ( there are a few really good reasons for that, i'll maybe touch on some of those later ... ) and i saw a store that was brand new! the storefront was sort of interesting looking, vibrant, lots of colours and shapes, and i thought oh man, i want to check this place out! i was pretty excited.

then i went in.

here is the "about me" for this store, nood, that i found online.

jesus fucking christ.

for example: i wish that i could link you to a photo of this retarded stapler, because it really embodies the problem with this entire store and with stores like it everywhere (because there are lots of them). but this stapler, ok, it was made of wood. ok, sure, that's kind of neat-o and different, o wow, a wooden stapler. but then like. it was HUGE, totally unwieldy, served no purpose whatsoever other than to "look cool" and ... staple, and it was not even like, like you could not even store it in a different way than you would normally store a stapler. so ok great, it's a stapler made of wood that makes your life slightly LESS convenient but maybe slightly prettier? or something?

ugh ugh ugh. whoever created this stapler needs to die and never create anything again and any store that ever stocks that stapler or something equally useless and ridiculous should be forced to close its doors. forever.

THE END.

i wish i had more to say today but that's all, i guess. maybe i'll be back tomorrow, it's been a while and this was not much of an update.