the man the myth the monotone

bought some shoes at kohls this morning. used self checkout. get back to my apartment where i hang out for several hours before my meeting. getting ready for meeting, decide it would be fun to wear my new shoes. open the box. huge ass ankle monitor looking security tag on the shoes. (sidenote they were barely 50$ youre really tagging the least expensive shoes in the store??). briefly debate cutting it off. decide not to as the shoes are predominantly white and if there is some sort of ink or crap in it i dont want that. call the store to say hey can i come in and get this tag off later. they say yes. go back to the store after my meeting. set the alarms off while walking in (sidenote 2 the alarms didnt go off when i left??) go the return guy who tags the tag off no problem and doesnt even look at my reciept to prove i bought them. on my way out theres a lady walking in with a walkie talking who says smth along the lines of 'i saw a customer-' and then i got out of earshot. now paranoid for the rest of the night that im going to be arrested for going back into kohls to get the tag removed from the shoes i paid for bc i was unaware that they had a security tag that i needed to remove somehow at self checkout

i never even considered that the amish man at the farmers market might accept credit card…. maybe I’m a bad person

my worst trait is that i really struggle to read canon era les mis fic. like sorry if its not in victor hugos style i dont want it. so of course i am reading college aus.

it is always and forever so funny to me that i only got into les mis bc i went to see a high school performance of it w friends when i was in high school but crucially it wasnt even our high school and actually it was one that i had major beef w for tennis reasons. like i wish i remembered why i was so entranced with a bunch of 16 year olds singing about french shit i had ZERO context for but genuinely javert killed himself in front of me and changed the trajectory of my life forever

im mad at myself that i didnt see it in chicago in may or june or whenever that was but it was like the week after finals and my grandpa had died a few weeks prior (lived near chicago) and the thought of arranging a trip to chicago was frankly too exhausting to do and i had just seen it in november anyway. and i knew the tour was ending later in the summer and i still didnt do it. my stupid me....