The Flying J of the USA.
I hooked it up all by myself!
Look, I'm shaving, just like Daddy!
But, my day would not be complete without some little reminder as to why I hate Montana.
A simple, simple thing. Buying a video game. A game I've wanted since talk first hit the street of... FINAL FANTASY X.
Yes. I am an RPG dork. I am. I even belong to the damn diary ring. I like the action figures. I like talking about it. I even like reading, and re-reading the manual. I play it until I beat it. And then! I. Play. It. Again.
The kind, lovely, wonderful UPS man left my PS2 on the doorstep after knocking on the door like a goddamn police officer breaking in on a kiddie porn ring. I got excited. Actually, I clapped my hands, then grabbed my keys, and bolted out the door.
First stop, the obvious, Toys R Us.
Fuckers. Don't worry! There's more on the way! I DON'T CARE! WHERE IS MY INSTANT GRATIFICATION!
I didn't panic. I made my second stop: Best Buy. Fucking Fuckers. Not even a goddamn tag for where it used to be!
Okay. Starting to get a bit irrate. Driving too fast, nearly running over people drunk-walking through parking lots.
Third, and final stop: Target. Do you THINK IN THIS GODFORSAKENHELLHOLE OF A TOWN THEY HAD THE FUCKING GAME?!?
No. They didn't. Fucking Fuck Fuckers.
I'm okay. Really. I had some pizza and a salad. I'm drinking a Coke. I'm smoking. I'll be fine.
JUST.... ARGH! I HATE THIS FUCKING TOWN!
Note to Kristin: They have Amelie at Target for 14.99. Hint. Hint.