I am in Southern Indiana. . . for the fam. . . am defintiely collecting stories.
In the meantime, quick observation from American Apparel -- I was in there with my sister yesterday, staring slack-jawed at the walls papered with psuedo-porn, when I realized that all the hipster cotton jockeys were dancing around to the song "Don't Stop Thinkin' About Tomorrow. . . "
I was staring directly at a terrycloth shorts/tubetop combo jumper when the lyrics "YESTERDAY'S GONE/YESTERDAY'S GONE!" were blaring in my ears.
IS yesterday gone, American Apparel? If yesterday's gone, why do you keep bringing back the most heinous aspects of it?
UPDATE: Ohmigod, y'all, what's worse than that atrocity on a hanger?
That atrocity on a bed.
Now, THAT is all.