I Can Swallow A Pint Of Blood Before I Get Sick

~ Wednesday, December 9 ~

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Yes perfect. If everyone would just shut the fuck up, I would be so much happier. And yes some money please, I need to go back to school D:

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Yes perfect. If everyone would just shut the fuck up, I would be so much happier. And yes some money please, I need to go back to school D:

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ANIMUM DEBES MUTARE NON CAELUM

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~ Tuesday, December 8 ~

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Nostalgia Tuesday: Back when I was a hippie edition

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~ Monday, December 7 ~

Hot Topic: Where Dreams Go To Die

Four days working here and I already feel years closer to death. I have actually tried figuring out what is the worst part of this job. It could be how boring it is and how I spend 95% of my time folding clothes. Oh what’s this, everything is folded perfectly and there are no customers in the store and nothing needs to be brought out or moved AND there’s nothing I’m needed for so what do you want me to do? Wait really? You want me to…. “accidentally” knock over a pile of clothes and then fold it again so I have something to do? Yeah… I’m gonna go to the back room and take a nap. See ya in half an hour.

Then there’s the music. Six years ago they actually played good music. I’m not sure what happened because I stopped going in there four years ago when it was still mildly decent. Oh hey you have some Metallica playing? Yeah they’re good I can dig this. Half an hour of metal later and the subtle transition into grindcore/noisecore/core core and I’m about to blow my brains out. OH WHAT IS THIS A RELAXING SONG THAT I MIGHT HATE BUT AT LEAST I CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY ARE SAYING. Maybe I won’t die. *skips next 3 songs until there is noise again* And I’m dead.

No wait redeeming quality because it can’t be all bad right? They play Brand New. The entire new cd from start to finish. So I get roughly 38 minutes of music I enjoy and know the words to. But then it’s folk right after. But when I say folk I don’t mean folk folk, I mean bluegrass extreme folk. Like people start square dancing kind of country bluegrass folk insanity. Nevermind Brand New. You are amazing but it is too little too late.

Then there’s the customers. I’ll start with the kids first. Oh hey sure kid what’s up? Oh you want a 30h!3 shirt. Yeah sure I think I saw one lemme see where it is. Oh and you want it in neon colors? Oh you’re gonna make a great gay lover one day. Okay let me see what we have. Okay yeah here’s the 3oh!3 shirts. Yeah we have this one. and this one. and this one. and this one? and this one?! and this one! and this one =O and OMG ONE LAST ONE. Why the fuck do we have eight different 30h!3 shirts? I mean I’m not hating. I’m all for being a vegetarian and all the bullshit but seriously eight different ones? Okay whatever here they are dude. Oh none of these are bright and neon colored enough for you? We don’t have the exact same one that all your friends have so you don’t want one. Wow. Oh sorry my jaw dropped so much, I just didn’t realize that conformity in our generation was THIS bad. Sorry sorry.

QUICK SIDENOTE: Who the fuck had the bright idea to put Mario and Sonic and TMNT along with all these other videogame and other kid friendly clothes all in one section? You turn your back for ten seconds and some five year old comes in and messes it up worse than those stupid girls who mess up the New Moon section so badly. LISTEN UP LADIES, If you ever were to get Jacob or Edward they would dump your ass in a second because you don’t know who to fold a fucking shirt or at the very least put it back on the fucking hanger.

Adults. Stop coming into the store. I know you’re not shopping for yourself and if you are I feel so bad for you. Especially you middle-aged women getting New Moon shirts. I know you don’t want the rewards card so you’re hurting my quota. Okay let me get started on finding everything in the store that either has Paramore or All Time Low on it for your daughters christmas presents. Yes don’t worry, I’m not lying when I say it’s not a pain in the ass to climb up this ladder even though I’m afraid of heights and then look through all these hoodies to find a medium. Oh we don’t have a medium. Here just take this shirt and a cd and leave me alone.

Okay I have a real redeeming quality this time! I finally got my spot on the wall where the staff recommends what cd to buy or listen to or whatever. With the rest of the staff picking such garbage that I can’t even remember half of it because I just tried to block it out of my head. So that is my bright spot at work now. Checking to see if anyone bought my cd and then updating it with something new and awesome for someone to buy. Plus for some reason my name is the only one that is written in all lower caps. I don’t know why but I’m not complaining. It’s pretty awesome actually.

This last one was a major annoyance the first two days but now I’m not too sure how I feel about it. It’s conflicting really. I get absolutely no hours. It’s completely boring and draining the life out of me so I guess the less time I spend there the better. But then again I need money so more hours might benefit me so I could, ya know, eat and stuff. (un?)fortunately they seem to like me a lot there so they’re already giving me more hours this week than everyone else hired at the same and by next week I’ll be getting as many hours as people that have been there for months. …yeah

Okay done ranting. At least I have a job. It could be worse. And I do manage to find a few hidden things in clearance that are really nice for me to use my 40% discount on. I just wish I was still working at HalloweenUSA. I had the most amazing first job ever.

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Dear Santa,

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I want a man who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me(not that hard I guess). Who will hold my hand in line at the mall(ok maybe you’re reasonable). A man who will sing to me at random moments(ummm wut?). Who lets me sleep on his chest(okok you had me worried for a second, you’re ok). I want a man who will tell his mother I have beautiful eyes(can’t I just tell you?), a man who will bring me orange juice when I’m sick, and who writes songs about me because he doesn’t know any other way to tell me how he feels(ummm I can tell you).

I want a man who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times(oh okay yeah I totally know what you mean…. wait no I don’t). I want a man who will call me 3 times a day if he went away(pshhh girl be happy with a goodnight text). A man who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times I tell him its okay, he’d still do it(yeah cuz guys do that). A man who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything I say(gossip all you want while I nod along and daydream about you naked). A man who will bet kisses on who could beat who on a board game(lmao omg srsly), and makes fun of me just to make me laugh(I make fun of you to make myself laugh). A man who will surprise me with a 25 cent ring(oh you want someone who’s cheap) and have contests of how far we can spit our gum(GUM IS DISGUSTING). Who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time(someone hasn’t heard of personal space).

A man who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume(I kiss your neck cuz I’m trying to get in your pants). I want a man who, at night, will dance in his pajamas with me(it sounds like I’m one step closer to getting in your pants so sure). ~~A man who will take pictures in photo booths, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach~~. A man who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches(finally something I can agree with, yes let’s pig out). Who will make out with me in the pouring rain and will tell me when he doesn’t think something looks good(I don’t see why the rain would stop anything and no you don’t). I want a man who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other(oh you want to be THAT girl). I want a man who will run his fingers through my hair, share his food with me, and get along with all with my family(are these 3 supposed to go together or something?). Someone who would never be afraid to say I love you in front of his friends(let’s show everyone how pussy whipped you have me).

Someone who will kiss me at midnight on New Years and who will make funny faces at me when I’m on the phone(when your doctor is telling you on the phone that you’re pregant, you’ll be rethinking this one). ~~I want a man who will count stars with me and dream of living on a different planet~~. I want a man who will stay home with me on a Friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together. Someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after I’ve got him soaked(yeah…. get ready for a swily).

I want a man who looks me in the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh(….what?). A man who could make me laugh like no one else can. A man that would never give me ultimatums, and backed me through every decision in my life(I’m totally backing your drug addiction forever and ever). But mostly I want a man who is my best friend and will always be there for me(best friend and girlfriend need to be as far away from each other as possible).

It’s the only thing I want for Christmas(just ask for a unicorn, seriously).