You’d might think that I’ve learned my lesson to stay the hell out of Best Buy, but if you were to think that, you’d be an idiot. I don’t know what it is, but everytime I go in there, I end up spending way more than I intended. All self0-control goes right out the window. It’s like putting a kid in a candy store… except every piece of candy costs $10…

So, according to Peterbuilt and her mother I’m dark and twisted, gay, and greedy. All from picking paint colors for a bedroom. The conversation (one sided as it was) went something like this: Me: I could pretty much go with any color for the room. Like blue. Peterbuilt: That’s because it matches your eyes. Me: Or orange. P: That’s because it matches your hair. Me: (thinking I’m being a smart-ass) Or…