I am woman, hear me roar

For starters, to fully understand this excerpt today you need to revert back to an old posting from a couple of months ago. Click here to read about how chivalry is dead. Read that first, and then come right on back here =).

Over the course of the past couple of months you might have seen little quips about my need to get some sort of grocery cart, so I can easily carry large loads from the parking garage (below my apartment) up the elevator to my apartment. Since apparently the men in my building won't give me any help. Well folks, I've finally taken matters into my own hands.

Look what mama brought home last night (not Turner, obviously he has been around for awhile):


Take that you un-chivalrous motherfucker. I DON'T NEED YOU!

Now, I wouldn't say that I stole this....exactly. I like to think I'm just borrowing it, and maybe I'll just drop it off when/if I ever move out of this apartment. Or maybe it's just a trade...I spend so much money at the grocery store anyway. I mean, homeless people take them all the time, right?

It was a rather stealthy operation, I must say. I even had to pass a parking attendant with this thing in tow....but, there's so much shit in my Tahoe right now, it blended right in.

So, for now the cart has found a new home in my cupboard storage space. It's going to see alot of use in the coming months =).

Song of the day: "Danger Zone" from the Top Gun Soundtrack (so appropriate don't you think?)