October 23rd, 2002 - 12.14 am
You know what I love? What can brighten my day any day? What is the true American experience?
Target.
I love Target. Is there anything you can't buy there? It's friendly, it's bland it has great winter clothes for cheap. Also, mittens and scarves. Because it's cold here now. Snow and everything.
So now I have mittens and scarves and sweaters with little pockets in the sleeves. In pretty colors that makes my skin look even and my eyes look bluer.
The one down side to Target is that some people, thinking that the beloved establishment hasn't enough class, call it Tarjay. Imagine it with a snooty French accent. Y'all, it's Target. TARGET! Unless you are a big doofus. Oh I hate it when people call it Tarjay. Almost as much as I hate the PT Cruiser and people bossing me around.
But this entry isn't about hate, oh no, it's about the profound love I have for Target and all the middle-class American-ness that it entails. Target. Love it.
I'm going to bed now. :)
