Day 2.5

The blogger is messy and terrible, so I had to post twice to cover day 2.

After arriving at the general store I saw something amazing, incredible and majestic... It wasnt a flashlight, it wasnt a copy of Half life 3, it wasnt a minifig of Brick Astley...

Now I know what it feels like to have a beutiful new wig.

Day 2

Dear Diary

After a quick nap on the streets I decided it was a good idea to look at the shops and mabye find a place to live.

The two police officers running towards town hall was kind of wierd, especially because I could have sworn I heard gunshots and maniacle laughter, but hey, not my problem.

On my quick visit to the Grocery store, I pondered why there was only one employee, and why it was so small, and why it mixed the meat section with the produce section!

I also found it incredibly frustrating that the one employee, this.. pastry woman was so greedy on the aspect of money! I gave her pocket lint and a staple, thats far more interesting than the products I got from the store.

As I ran from the greedy woman I pondered on what other interesting shops I could find in this town. All I hope for is a store that sells flashlights. I HATE the dark!

I wonder if the grocery lady would agree...