a princess plate, tamales and a few dirty roaches.

I finally mustered up the courage to venture on the other side of town. I, along w/monster wheels, rode to 16th & Van Buren in search of a Salvation Army. Instead, I found an adult bookstore. On the way back I stopped at a dollar store to purchase a few items. Before entering, an older lady sitting outside of the store [w/one of those pulley carts] beckoned for my attention. At first I thought she wanted me to buy her some enchilada sauce and chicken. After a few seconds of going back and forth confusion, it finally became clear to me that she was selling tamales. I felt like a total goob for assuming she wanted a handout and ended up buying two.

I bought a few boring items from the dollar store. However, the purchase that made shopping worthwhile was the pink, plastic plate adorned w/two Disney princesses. On the way home I kept on dropping my shit. I also kept on getting my dress caught in between the tire and brake pads of ‘monster wheels’ [which was definitely no fun].

The tamales I bought outside of the dollar store weren’t all that bad. Except, right now I’m feeling sort of not good. I’m having a hard time deciphering it is poisoned food or my obnoxious anxiety that I haven’t been taking care of.

BTW. . .I think the bugs that I initially thought were cute when I first moved in are roaches. I caught them fighting over the left over tamale crumbs on my princess plate. Totally not cool.