I HATE MALIBU
After buying my Mom a soft t-shirt to wear under her "Mighty Kings" apparel, I thought I'd just pop into my fave shop, and quickly grab a new yummy candle. BUT, nooooooooo.
God damned paparazzi were gathering quicker than the blink of an eye. I wade through a half-dozen camera wielding maniacs and get into the shop for the candle. After about one minute of eyeing the yummy candles, I notice with increasing alarm that there are now more than a dozen damned stalkerazzi jamming themselves outside the door and windows, aiming their ENORMOUS lenses on one celeb trying desperatly to shop with a friend. I flashback to an earlier day when I was trapped in the pet store after Paris and Pamela went shopping there the exact moment I did, and the store had to lock down the doors to keep out the maniacs with cameras.
I don't much care to be trapped in a retail establishment, even one that's my fave haunt. I bolted out the door, maneuvered my way through the crowd, and jumped in my car. Of course, now I can't get my car out the driveway because of the THRONG of stalkerazzi crowding the front of the store, with more arriving by the minute. They have no regard for anyone other than their objects of fascination. BAH!!!
I'm sure that this is a problem that folks in Oklahoma face every day. Sheesh.
Oh, whatever.
JUST A THOUGHT
In this world of mindlessless, superficialty, and stupidity, I came across this salute:
"Here's to a full belly, a heavy purse, and a light heart."
Now there's a cheer that I am determined to ascend to .
Live On.
