I never buy anything at Walmart. I haven't been in one in over three years. I will gladly drive past one in favor of a Target or an independent store any day of the week.
Nasty, evil places they are, full of all kinds of bad energies. A shopping trip there is like a trip to another planet, hence I have dubbed people who frequent Walmart as "Walmartians", because well.......... they just seem to be on a totally different wavelength than those of us who see that institution for what it is.
I don't need any household item bad enough to endure what Walmart puts me through! Inept sales clerks, tons of cheap crap I don't need, idiots having conversations in the aisles oblivious to those of us who wish to get what we need and get the hell out, waiting in line to pay among a sea of enourmous asses clad in those horrible matchy-matchy appliqued & embroidered outfits that no grown woman should be caught dead in..........ARRGH!!!
Bleck.
Don't you worry about me buying my FM among the Walmartians.
Eh, eh....it ain't gonna happen, sister!
-Sharon
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"I fought to prove something to her as well as to myself. You wonder what you gave up in order to prove that." Lindsey, in a joint 1997 interview from Stevie's house.
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