Bums at Ralphs, expensive avocoados, and my fixed internet

I was just at Ghetto Ralphs. It's called Ghetto Ralphs because, well... it's ghetto. Items are falling off the shelves, and there are empty wrappers on the shelves from people eating their food before they make it to the check stand. Bums shop there. Yes, bums shop. They yell out in the isles and while they stand in lines. Actually it seems like a bum hang. They hang out outside of the store in groups of 4 and 5, and seem to know eachother really well. They don't beg, they just kind of sit there and probably are drinking together, or something. I don't know. Anyway, every Ralphs in Los Angeles has a prefix name attached to it, depending on where in LA you are. There's Gay Ralphs on Santa Monica in Boys Town, West Hollywood. There's Rock n' Roll Ralphs, which is next to the Guitar Center on Sunset in Hollywood. There's Millennium Ralphs in Studio City, and I actually have no idea why it's called that. It doesn't make sense, if you ask me. And there's the Ralphs that I have to make trips to at midnight, from time to time when everything else is closed. Ghetto Ralphs on Magnolia in North Hollywood. The long forgotten, unfortunate Ghetto Ralphs. Funny thing is, you'd think that because it's ghetto, it would be cheaper. But no, cucumbers are still a dollar each, and avocados can be up to 2.99 each. I guess Ralphs is a rip no matter where you are. Or maybe it's just the cost of living, in general that is hard to keep up with.

So... I haven't written in about a month. My internet hasn't been working correctly here at home, but I finally got it all fixed. It was my modem. Piece a'..... So now I can write again. Yeay. I tried scanning a blog the other day, but what I wrote about was pretty freakin' retarded, I can't even go back and read it because it's just too painful. Anyway, I just thought it would be a cool idea. You know, in a nostalgic way. Nostalgic because people don't write letters anymore, and no one knows what our own friend's hand writing looks like anymore. Whereas 10 or 15 years ago, you could identify a good friend's hand writing out of a line up with no problem. But I spent the whole page talking about the fact that I was writing on a piece of paper. Go figure.