It really is a Fat Mecca. So I used to live in one of the top ten obese states in the US, and where I lived was kind of weird, geographically. Because of this, Wal-Mart was basically the only grocery store we had access to. I'm not joking. There were smaller shops, but if you wanted to actually buy groceries and not just pick up a few things, your choices were Wal-Mart or the Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market. The latter I worked at for a time. The closest Target was over an hour away. Anyway. So, because of this overlap of top-ten-fattest-state and Wal-Mart being the only option we had, it led to me becoming numb to the hamminess of Wal-Mart. Everyone was forced to go there, and it was a fat state, so of course, like, everyone's fat. Hamplanets at every corner.  Well, I recently moved. Now I'm in the "-teen" part of the fattest states list. It's a little better.  What's interesting is that I live in a place with better access to grocery stores. Krogers, Targets, local stores. It's great. And I also got used to the fact of not seeing as many fat people around. I still saw them. You can't not. They're walking trainwrecks.  This morning, after a night of partying with my friends, I was horrified to discover my septum ring had come out, and I had no replacements. I don't know the area well enough to know what piercing places would be open on a Sunday, or what stores in the mall might help me. I fell back on an old habit. I went to Wal-Mart. Ho. Ly. Shit.  HAMPLANET MECCA. BUTTERBEASTS EVERYWHERE. ESPECIALLY AROUND THE GODDAMN GREASE PIT THEY CALL A "DELI". WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL. THAT PLACE IS HELL. I AM NEVER GOING BACK. FUCK MY SEPTUM PIERCING. BURN EVERY WAL-MART.