i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song...

went to buy diapers this morning. i always kinda figured they shoulda put the condoms and the diapers right next to each other in the aisle.

you're be-bopping along, and you bump up against the diapers, and you're like, "shit, those are kinda expensive. hey, look, condoms!"

at my grocery store, there is always a small army of restockers working the toothpaste/deoderant/hair care aisle. all the other rows have their occasional guy in a vest and work gloves, but this particular space is always over crowded with bulk boxes and sullen workers. i'm convinced that were i to show up at midnight on some lazy thursday i would find them there, hastily stacking boxes of rembrandt whitening and gillette clear and in general clogging the aisle. there must be some kind of key to the meaning of life in that, if i could only nail it down...

but i'm kinda jazzed up about the great deal i got on the pleasure-tip trojans. so much cheaper than huggies pull-ups.

darth sardonic