I went back to the 43082 part of Westerville today. The traffic was awful, the people weren’t very friendly, and chain stores were everywhere! Nothing in the whole city said independent thinking or follow your own drummer. Every building north of county line was made of identical red brick—even the white castle!! That’s too pretentious. All of it seemed so… I don’t know. It made my skin itch. I felt so allergic to all of it.
They gave me $50 for my clothes at Plato’s and Clothes Mentor. I was annoyed that they seemed to only want my least original pieces from Target and New York & Company. Truthfully, I think most of the money I got was from a pile of Josh’s old jeans I threw in at the last minute.
So maybe Josh has better taste than me. But maybe my taste is just not Westerville taste anymore. I donated everything left to Goodwill. So phewy on you Plato’s, for rejecting my military ball gown because it was “too plain and too long. The style now is the shorter the better.” I hope it makes some beautiful, non-slutty, goodwill-shopping girl very happy.
