so, I hate shopping centres, but I love grocery stores because you see the weirdest people.
today I saw a lady dressed in full pajamas, including a dressing gown walk into wollies, buy a single orange and walk out. I also saw someone with a camp half-blood shirt on (cabin six)
I went with my mum, and she lost me, so she put an announcement over the speakers, and said, "Elizabeth Ringuet, get your arse down here right now or I'm leaving you here" I went with her. I got a yogurt though!! (Alex loves yogurt. If you get the reference, you're cultured)
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Non-Fictionjust a kinda diary-rant- info dump thing. might have some heavy stuff, i'll put trigger warnings tho
