Target, my love.

Some days are good. Some days suck. Some days the only thing you can do is drag your make-up-less butt to Target and pray you don't run into anyone you know. Seriously, i had shifty eyes the entire time I was in Tarjay tonight thinking I was about to run into someone really popular and beautiful i know. (i didn't yay!) So i'm perusing  Target and i am MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS in the lamp shade aisle when all of a sudden i hear it. My relaxed state of mind was SHATTERED in a million shards on the floor when i heard it. The sound. Of. SOMEONE. puke. I totally kid you not. I have no idea where on earth this grown man, it sounded like, was puking but... i fricken high tailed it out of there immediately. Gosh. Can i just say that the new target is awesome and all, but the OLD target is just....it's just HOME.
Random side note- My bed shirt tonight smells really good like fabric softener. The pathetic part is, it is making me feel really proud. Everyone else's laundry always smells so good but mine always just smells like nothing and i Try So Hard! FINALLY is all i have to say.