Aug. 9th, 2001

pearwaldorf: rey from tfa (Default)
Damn that materialistic impulse. After a trip to the mall with my cousin, I emerge 50 dollars poorer and a damn lot heavier. I bought a set of pots and pans, which I will have to return tomorrow because I saw only the price and the fact that they are not non-stick (D'oh), a bunch of postcards, and a Death baby tee from Hot Topic. Like you care, right?

I also went to the racetrack to watch the dogs run. My uncle was like, "We need something to do." So we went racing. While horse racing may be the sport of the elite, dog racing is definitely that of the proles. But I'm not complaining, because I won ten dollars in a race. ^.^