clearance rack

i’ve always been a slave to target marketing - total bullseye on my back - abercrombie made me their bitch, i’m a label whore, and a brand flasher - i don’t like that this is the case, but i can’t break myself of it - it’s the environment in which i grew up

as a terrible manifestation of this, i have low sales resistance - i can be talked into anything… cases in point from today

i’ve grown slothlike, now that i’m not going to the gym every and staying in shape to play lacrosse, even if it’s for one alumni game a year - however, grad school has eaten all of my free time, and i am now grossly overweight and not pleased… so i decided to switch to an off-campus gym that actually has decent equipment - i hit ‘powerhouse gym’ by the union office - and of course, when i check it out, i meet the ridiculously hot guy who works there, who’s a B’s fan, and who basically talks me into joining… what a sucker i am

then later, after mat and his wife sarah and i go for dinner and beers, we decide to get ice cream (hence why i am a fatass) - i have my mind set on an old-school cake cone, but in my brain, all i can think is “sugar cone”… so what comes out? “waffle cone” - and i totally accept that i am a dumbass and ordered the wrong thing rather than risk upsetting the delicate order of the ice cream shop

again, what a sucker

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