Finding My Soul

Finally I received my income tax return refund. I was so excited I pretty much went on a shopping spree because I deserve it. I took myself to Jollibee for breakfast because I was craving garlic fried rice and corned beef. That is after stopping by FedEx Kinko's (umm... excuse me... FedEx Office) to see about getting something notarized, but of course they didn't offer those type of services at this particular one that I went to. Then, I went to fill up an other was very empty gas tank for my car at the nearest and cheapest Chevron gas station in the City. I headed over to Best Buy to get the latest movies that came out on the DVD this past Tuesday. I bought Couples Retreat, The Time Traveler's Wife, and Stargate Universe. I was tempted to get the Transformers: Season 2, Volume 2, but the box looked like crap and I like my things looking nice. If anything is going to look like crap, it is going to be because I did it myself.

I had called up my hair stylist, Jose about getting a haircut. I needed someone to fix the disaster that I did two weeks ago with my hair. Anyway, we set up a time and I headed over to the Castro. It took me a while to look for parking. Fortunately, it didn't take me to long before I found a parking spot just a block away from the hair salon. Since my appointment wasn't for a half hour, I headed over to the Body Shop for some body wash that I ran out of. I even purchased a back brush or whatever it's called to reach the part of my back that needs attention. After I had finished purchasing my items, I headed over to the hair salon. I got stopped by a guy wanting me to make a donation to Greenpeace. Don't get me wrong. I love my planet and would love to do anything to support it, but I just felt uncomfortable writing down my account information. Not only that, while the guy was talking to me, I could easily see the guys inside the restaurant behind him looking at me. I felt like I was a guinea pig or something. I asked him if I could do it online. He said that I could, but he just wouldn't get paid for the transaction. I felt bad, but I just wasn't comfortable with it. I asked him to let me think about it. I had to get going anyway because I was going to be late with my appointment.

I made to the hair salon on time and fortunately Jose was still cutting someone's hair when I got there. The guy getting his haircut said hi. I smiled and responded back. I picked up a magazine to skim through while I waited. I thought the guy getting his haircut was gay. He was an older gentleman who looked cute. It turns out he is married. My goodness, I need to get better with my gaydar. It's totally non-existent at this point. Eventually, Jose finished the guy and it was my turn. It's been a long time since I talked to Jose. I had made attempted to setup appointments with him twice last month and both times he was out of town. Basically, we had a lot to catch up on. Hair stylist are great to talk to and Jose is pretty cool. He saw the disaster of a haircut that I did to myself and asked me why I didn't go to him sooner. I told him the reason and he said that I could have paid him back. Eh... shoulda, coulda, woulda right? Anyway, it was nice to finally have a decent haircut. It wasn't perfect, but it was so much than what I could have done with it. After it was all done, I paid him with the usual tip and thanked him for cutting my hair.

I left the salon and headed over to the book store just to check out what they have. On my way there, there was girl trying to talk to me about Greenpeace too, but I told her that I already talked to the other guy. Her response was, you haven't talked to me. I politely responded with a thank you and waited to cross the street. I got to the bookstore and started looking around. I was thinking of purchasing a magazine, but then I decided against it. I wanted to get the next book in the Wicked series, but they didn't have it. Oh well. I trekked back up to my car and went to get some lunch at the mall. I went to this chicken place at Stonestown that has like really, really good chicken strips. They are thick pieces breaded and fried to perfection served with a side of shoestring potato fries and a piece of grilled toast. I was surprised that I couldn't finish it all. I usually eat everything. I boxed it up and took the rest home.

Since I just got paid, I need to do some desperate grocery shopping. I was so sick and tired of eating spam and vienna sausages with rice for the past week. I had been grocery shopping since the third week of January, so I really needed to do this. Before I went to Trader Joe's, I stopped by Border's bookstore to look for a cookbook. The moment I walked in there, I just roamed around. I'm so used to the Barnes & Noble bookstore layout that I was practically getting lost trying to locate the recipe books. I really didn't want to spend too much on a cookbook. I just wanted a starter recipe book. I went to the bargain section and rummaged through the plethora of books laid around in really no particular order. Goodness gracious. It's a disaster, but I wasn't in the mood to be re-arranging books. Anyway, I really couldn't find anything that I liked. I seriously don't know what I was really looking for. I just wanted something that would enable to me cook simple entrees and vegetables to improve my food intake, but some the recipes were way out there. I wasn't very satisfied with their selection, so I headed out and headed over to the Trader Joe's next door.

I purchased some healthy alternatives from vegetables to cheeses and frozen food at Trader Joe's. I was there for quite a while. I had completely filled my reusable bag and started carrying other items under my arm. I think I should purchase another one. Anyway, the girl at the checkout was rather nice. She was able to put it all in the bag. It was fantastic. I stopped by the post office to get my mail and headed over to the Safeway on the way to my house on Noriega. I had to stop by because not only did I forget to purchase some items, but Safeway is the only place that has lactose free milk. Thank goodness for that. After that I headed home and almost got into an accident with a motorcycle in front of my house. I really had no idea. All I know is that I turned into a driveway and this motorcycle had come out of nowhere. The motorcyclist stopped and stared me down. I just looked at him like wtf? Motorcyclist think they are all bad and have the right of way just because they can swoop around a turn like they own the freakin' road. Oh please. Whatever. I just parked and said f' it. I went into my house, put away all of my groceries and stocked the shelves. My cabinet is now full of groceries. I'm so happy that I won't have to eat canned meat anymore. Yuck!