What Cliche is

Me. Waddling up to the semi-hipster cashier, in my sweats. In my basket, a bucket of midol, a bottle of wine, and a Ritter Sport bar -- mmm, marzipan and chocolate, oh, and for maximum embarassment on the part of the semi-hipster cashier dude a GIANT box of tampons.

So yes. Oh bearded one, if you give me that look I am going to depilate your facial hair with my teeth. I am going home to have chocolate and wine and Ugly Betty for dinner. Grey's Anatomy for dessert. Lost as my digestive.