Louder? Ok.

NP: Mean Fist - Street Dogs

Let's get the questions out of the way first.

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Q: why is the sky blue?

A: Google it. Fuck

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Q: why are you such a pussy and a hypocrite?

A: Ok, real answer coming anyways. He asked you. It would be weird for me to answer a question that he asked you and you kept being pussy about. You know that's true and you know not answering made it seem worse. Plus, you know I would talk to him if I had to. You're the one who wouldn't stand up for Ashley when you directly saw people being an asshole. THAT is being a pussy. There. Ok. Sorry for the overly serious answer but that puts an end to the whole conversation.

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Q: why don't you touch me anymore?

A: Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend you're Vin Diesel

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Q: why didn't you comment on my blog?

A: I didn't? I read it. I'll comment after I write this. Sorry, I don't know what happened.

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Ok. We're gonna have to work on the question thing. It's gotta be like advice-asking but as if we don't actually know eachother. I want to give general answers. I'm trying to steal this idea so stop screwing it up. God. Yeah, we'll work on it.

Today I worked. And the first 2 hours felt like 30 min. The last 3 felt like 6 hours. But it was ok. The freezer hurt like a bitch. Facing ice cream is about as frustrating as keeping your cereal away from the goddamn bunny.

Then we went for coffee after our shift. Mmmmmmm. Starbucks coffee.

Oh, the other day at work I definitely saw Blind Mag without the blind part. Cool. There was also some 12 year old girl checkin' me out which was weird fer sure. And a guy who wanted gravy and made me help him look for it and then ultimately returned the gravy. And a buff lady looking for, guess, guess, guess, powerbars. Heh. And people with thick accents asking for foods that I don't know exist (because they foods are foreign). So I, being new and already not knowing where stuff is, don't know where to begin. I don't know where to start looking. I can't ask anyone else for help ("Excuse me manager but do you know where "makdshjn" is?"). So I just stand there and pause until the problem magically solves itself such as a manager walking by or them finding it themselves. It's awful 'cause I hate feeling like I'm not doing my job well.

What else have I seen at work?

Mr. Ellis. That's not really a what but a who. Anywho. Um, jello boxes fall over easily. Oh! I also found the beans with sex appeal. There's a cartoon busty chick on the cover of the beans letting her utters pop out of her plaid shirt so I'll buy the beans. Um, cookies call "big lady fingers". That was foreign.

Overall work is good. Tiring though.

G'night Y'all!