Sorry to the people who have been commenting on this whilst i was gone. I’ve been avoiding coming back here. My mood was a bit shit for the last month or so. I didn’t want to be constantly writing depressing blogs about how everything sucked, so i figured it be best to just avoid it for a while.
But i am back and ready to dribble a bunch of shit for you to read whilst sitting on the toilet.
I should probably start by addressing my current smoking status.
I am on those Champix pills now. I have accepted that i do not have the willpower to do it on my own.
Its been three weeks, and apart from a drag here and there, i don’t even want a smoke.
Sure, i have been having some crazy weird nightmares about people dying and orgy’s and other fucked up things that i would rather not talk about. I also have trouble distinguishing between reality and my dreams when i first wake up in the morning sometimes.
But if it means i can finally stop talking about wanting to quit smoking and not smoke, then its totally worth going a little crazy.
Other than that, everything has just been kinda stagnant. Saving for the wedding is going pretty well. I am still playing way too many video games. I am slightly over my job, but have also accepted that leaving it isn’t really something i can realistically do. So i may as well stop complaining about that.
The only thing different now is i have started doing a food shop for my grandma when i am not working.
mid twenties are fucking wild times hey.
I did a shop for her around lunch time today.
I don’t like shopping on the best of days. i don’t like having to interact with people i don’t know. but Apparently Wednesdays are the day the new specials catalog thing comes out. this means that there are a lot of elderly people doing there food shop on this day. I am not trying to complain about elderly people. But it is just a fact that they tend to move very slowly and don’t really pay attention to whats going on around them.
This is a problem for me because i tend to move very slowly and don’t really pay attention to whats going on around me. So we all just get in each others way all the time and don’t notice for ages.
I got stuck for a minute or so because there was an older bloke standing at the oranges. he had his trolley blocking the isle. He was picking up oranges one at a time and squeezing them and then putting them back.
I found this kind of weird, but i assumed it was something that orange eaters to check the quality of the the orange they are going to buy. So i stood there awkwardly waiting for him to move along. I was to nervous to tell him to move because i am a wuss. So i just pretended i was interested in buying some of those funny looking short bananas with the red wax on them for a while.
i don’t normally venture into the fruit and veg area unless i am with Courtney. Even then, i spend most of that time just grabbing zucchinis and eggplants and pretending they are my penis to keep myself amused. So i never actually noticed how much i don’t know about fruit and veg.
On the list there was 1kg of white flesh nectarines. i figured flesh meant skin. So i walked around in circles for about ten minutes looking for a bloody white nectarine. turns out they are all the same fucking color. its the inside that is different. would have helped if i had read the little signs i guess.
next on the list was 1 kg of peaches. I knew this time to read the signs first before going on the hunt. I found yellow peaches, and i found white peaches…
Soooooo witch one is just a basic peach? is there such a thing as a basic peach? why are there multiple versions of the same god damn fruit? i thought peaches were orange?
i went with yellow as that is closer to orange than white… i think.
they have purple grapes and green grapes.
they have purple olives and green olives.
this is why i don’t eat this fucking stuff. its all too confusing.
it was now time to head into the isles i was use to. but apparently the stuff in the specials catalog gets snapped up pretty quick, because half of it was sold out. i started texting Courtney and calling mum to try and figure out good replacements to certain items that were sold out.
i didn’t want to go to an actual checkout because that meant talking to the guy, but i also didn’t want to be that guy who try’s to squash all their crap on to one of those self serve checkouts and has to call the attendant over 100 times because there are unexpected items in the bagging area. first world problems.
im going to cut this short, because i just realized im writing a blog about doing a food shop at 2:30 in the morning. holy shit…
i totally need a life