Pervy
Oh god, look at all this blank space. Waiting for me to fill it with words. NO, BLANK SPACE. NO. I kinda gave up on writing, so now just writing an LJ entry is like, whoa.
But I can do this. I used to be a professional, after all, Sort of, kind of, maybe.
Second day of work today, and they tried to teach me to use the cash register. It's really complex and I don't like it at all, especially since they abandon you very quickly with no one to ask for help and if you screw up they tell you you're slow. *sniffle* I don't mean to be slow! You didn't tell me how to do it! Honestly, though, I get more angry than upset, and take it out on customers who deserve it. So does the manager, so I don't get into trouble. I was just happy that my till was perfect at the end of the day, I wouldn't want them to think I was stuffing 20s into my bra or something.
Yesterday I went shopping with my extrememly fabulous (ed. gay) friend Matt. For lingerie. At Lovers Lane. I'll let you reread that; yes I really did say what you thought I did. He had fun lacing me into corsets and admiring them, and by 'them', I mean my boobs. He seems to enjoy those a lot. He's gay, so I don't know if it's that he wants a pair of his own, or revels in the fact that I let him touch them because he only likes men....Either way, if he was straight, I'd be kicking him in the balls.
Sadly, I did not buy any lingerie. I couldn't find anything I liked, so the boyfriend will be disappointed. Oh well, maybe I'll find something else. We'll see, I want to find something good. Maybe Ryan will give me some ideas....*wink*
Mind totally in the gutter.
Goodnight.