Bitterly clinging to my guns, religion and itunes
Bought a used mini-14 with a scope today. Turns out I'm not the only one bitterly clinging to my religion and guns — apparently 46% of the country is arming itself during the transition. For the record, I've been meaning to buy a rifle for several years, and finally got around to it today. Now gotta get some ammo before it gets taxed out of existence.
Since it contains a rifle, my peaceful mountain chalet with a stone fireplace and tropical plants and big windows and no fences would no doubt be described now as a fortified compound. I would no longer "live in," "reside," or "dwell" here, but "be holed up in," "barricaded inside," or "acting out paranoid, deranged fantasies within" my peaceful retreat.
Still need to buy a mountain bike in case events disrupt oil supplies ... my criterium bike with flatlander gearing just won't cut it around here. But I doubt mountain bikes will be banned any time soon, so I have time to save up for one (bitterly clinging to their mountain bikes just doesn't have the same ring to it, eh? Like bitterly clinging to your iMac and arugula).
I also bought some itunes today, too. Purchases included June Tabor and Deep Purple, Elvis Presley and Mary Chapin Carpenter, Robert Cray and James McMurtry. (Editor's Note: How friggin' pretentiously eclectic can you get? Me: I don't know. I'll let you know when I get there.) BTW, you'll get my itunes when you pry them out of my cold dead ears. Or you could ask nicely and I'd make you a copy.
Oh yes, I also bought a jar of Jif peanut butter and three packs of Jewel Sweets cigars.
So now you're all up to date about my purchases. As you were.