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Urban Outfitters: Part 2

As Andrew said in the comments section of my previous post, yes, the executives of Urban Outfitters Inc. are quite adept at separating fools from their money. I have no problem with that at all. In fact, retail establishments largely serve to separate fools from their money. I know this: I buy Armani, Versace, Dolce & Gabbana, and the rest, too, but I guess my point was that I am well aware buying a $200 shirt is a bit over the top, but the 15-year-old who pays $35 for flip-flops probably has no idea what she's doing.

Anyway, Katy has two friends in town this weekend, and I spent some time with one of them last night. We got along quite well, I think, but Katy apparently thought we were tearing each other apart. Silly Katy is just not as mean and nasty as we are, I guess, but she's really cute, so that makes up for it. :)

I may be cooking a vegetarian dinner tonight because one of the visiting girls is crazy like that. Weird.

Oh, oh, oh, and I saw the movie Munich last night with Kurt, Niraj, and Laurent. Excellent, fantastic, wonderful, gripping, and three hours long. Go see it.

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I thought about seeing Munich. I guess I will now!

And... the 15-year-olds don't know what they're doing and they don't care. They're not spending their money. They have parents that give them money. Urban Outfitters is more of an evil genius than we think. The fools with the money aren't even the ones that are going into the stores. Urban Outfitters uses the teenage group to get the money from the group that has the money. EVIL!! They really have some kind of marketing strategy. They get the teens to love the stuff, get the money from their parents, come back into the store and hand over the money and they never have to deal with the people that would think "Wow... $35 for flip-flops. No way!!" Smart, evil people.

How's my grandcat??? Home tomorrow.

The great cat looks like he was painted!!!

The freezer however looks like it lost the battle and the paint job. All that red meat, yum.

I took three grad courses and worked full time once. Ended up in the hospital that year.

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