The All-Dreaded MALL

I’ve discovered that there’s a reason I don’t enjoy going to the mall with my friends.

It’s not so bad when it’s just me and my boyfriend.  But when we go to the mall in a big mixed group of kids, they have this tendency to play with the women’s underwear in Aeropostale and Charlotte Russe.

And imagining your sixteen-year-old boyfriend in the kind of thong he’s holding isn’t the most fun or enjoyable thing in the world.

That, and the fact that my sister and I were the only ones who didn’t get kicked out of Bath and Body Works, would be the reason I don’t enjoy the mall.

I mean, even going into Hot Topic wasn’t fun when 1) I had only $20 and 2) virtually nothing was on sale.  Sigh.  Trevor did buy me a “Rock the Arts” guitar pick while we were in there, though.  It was pretty awesome.  Mine is red.  His is black.  Hey, while you’re at it, check out Rock the Arts.