Old & Unnecessary?

I went on a shopping spree the other day- no; nothing that extravagant it all took place at the local Goodwill store. They had nothing I wanted except for a few books I paid cents on the dollar for- hardcover too! My Life is so exciting at times- how do I stand it all?

I had been running short on reading material and decided that rather than racking up a huge bill @ Barnes or Borders or other very expensive book stores here in lovely Charlotte I should buy used books to last me for the next month or so. So I did. Problem is- I think I read all I was really interested in reading. Some of the books I bought I bought because I thought I needed to expand my genre. I bought books such as the autobiography of Gloria Vanderbilt, five pages into it I started skipping around to see if there was going to be anything interesting in it. What the hell? So her mother sucked. She had an evil aunt and she fucked up a lot at a very young age under the guise of matrimony. Whooping fucking hoo! Am I supposed to feel sorry for her, cry for her on the inside or what? Her first husband used to call her fat or something- that’s extremely painful- I know I hate it when people call me fat even if they are right. Still- so what? Stories like that don’t grab me, they make me mad- mad that stories worth hearing/reading get published/grabbed/paid for on a much lesser scale than do these “pity-me-tell-all-stories.” I know, I know. Augusten Burroughs said that “sadly horrendous” stories are easier and better to read- like staring at a wreck. I have no time for these self-pitying fools.

I also bought the autobiography of Hillary Clinton and a book called Jewish War, neither of which I have opened yet. Instead I read When you look like your passport photo it’s time to go home. Although I have yet to start my traveling career, I liked reading Erma Bombeck; I remember hearing about her as I was growing up but her humor was beyond me as I had neither children to rear nor a husband to “take care of.” I find her funny and witty- a combination I much admire and somewhat envy. I may have to buy some of her other books to get more acquainted with her writing style. Am I getting old or what?

Not that getting older is a bad place to be or anything. Did I tell you I’m like wine? (And not the cheap kind if you were wondering). Getting older has its rewards; I now own lots of pieces for a more festive wardrobe if you will; pieces with lots of sequins, lots more loud colors. I now buy more sensible shoes too- I haven’t reached special-order-orthopedic-shoes, but give me time is all I ask. I also question my athletic abilities and no longer show up at athletically taxing events untrained and ready to go. I find myself simply skipping those and quickly justifying my absence to anyone who’ll listen. I’ve also attempted delving into the budgeting world full force lately- seems I’m too lazy to master that right now. But I’m trying to cut all unnecessary expenses, which is proving rather difficult, just today I wasted $6.75 for Talladega Nights. I did save though- I used my ancient student I.D. card.