How Much My Life Really Sucks. ( A lot. in a really funny way.)
Okay. Let me set the scene for you.
Bear and I are trying to kill time, and decide to go into Galaxy Tobacco and Gifts in order to look for herbal cigarettes. What most people don't realize about this seedy little shop is that it is, in fact, a porn shop more than it anything else.
Noticing the shifty merchandise in the windows, we debate whether or not to actually go in. Mind you, at the door, it tells you that no one under 18 is allowed in. Always a fabulous sign, right? So we finally go in, and are promptly greeted and carded by a fellow around our age, with ridiculously red hair. He asks us what we're looking for, and we inform him. As he leads us to the counter to explain away herbal cigarettes, he comments, "Hey, where did you go to school? You guys look familiar."
Bear responds, "We get that a lot, and it's usually incredibly unlikely."
"We were homeschooled," I chime in.
"Yeah, no, what group, or whatever were you in?" He inquires, persisting.
"Master's Academy of Fine Arts," Bear and I both say, simultaneously.
"Dude, I knew you looked familiar! I went there too!" He exclaims.
Bear and I can only gawk at one another.
"No, I went there about a year and a half ago," he goes on to explain, "And about after a semester, decided to make some money. So I dropped out, and now I work here."
Yes. Completely typical. Leave it to me to be recognized in a porn shop. And by a Master's brat no less! ljkdsfjlsdklj I tell you, man.
To add insult to injury, this "charming" fellow (who sounds like he, himself, walked straight out of a soft-core women's porn) www.myspace.com/adorer99 wrote a truly desperate, and obnoxious comment on my myspace, which I never even USE. Some nonsense about seeing my pictures, and just HAVING to email me. What a load of shite. I told him I was too much to handle. Fuckin' loser.
I've such a filthy mouth. Likely the last you'll hear of it here. HAhaha.
Haha. Porn shops. So bloody typical.
Bear and I are trying to kill time, and decide to go into Galaxy Tobacco and Gifts in order to look for herbal cigarettes. What most people don't realize about this seedy little shop is that it is, in fact, a porn shop more than it anything else.
Noticing the shifty merchandise in the windows, we debate whether or not to actually go in. Mind you, at the door, it tells you that no one under 18 is allowed in. Always a fabulous sign, right? So we finally go in, and are promptly greeted and carded by a fellow around our age, with ridiculously red hair. He asks us what we're looking for, and we inform him. As he leads us to the counter to explain away herbal cigarettes, he comments, "Hey, where did you go to school? You guys look familiar."
Bear responds, "We get that a lot, and it's usually incredibly unlikely."
"We were homeschooled," I chime in.
"Yeah, no, what group, or whatever were you in?" He inquires, persisting.
"Master's Academy of Fine Arts," Bear and I both say, simultaneously.
"Dude, I knew you looked familiar! I went there too!" He exclaims.
Bear and I can only gawk at one another.
"No, I went there about a year and a half ago," he goes on to explain, "And about after a semester, decided to make some money. So I dropped out, and now I work here."
Yes. Completely typical. Leave it to me to be recognized in a porn shop. And by a Master's brat no less! ljkdsfjlsdklj I tell you, man.
To add insult to injury, this "charming" fellow (who sounds like he, himself, walked straight out of a soft-core women's porn) www.myspace.com/adorer99 wrote a truly desperate, and obnoxious comment on my myspace, which I never even USE. Some nonsense about seeing my pictures, and just HAVING to email me. What a load of shite. I told him I was too much to handle. Fuckin' loser.
I've such a filthy mouth. Likely the last you'll hear of it here. HAhaha.
Haha. Porn shops. So bloody typical.