Update for Shelby....and the rest of you, I guess
Well, back in Colorado. My days consist of waking up around noon, sitting around the house until I go to work at AMC Theaters where I deal with annoying teen girls and jocky teen guys or cranky middle aged people. All of them manage to forget which movie they want to see and to mention that they need the student price. That is until I run their credit cards for an adult price and the long process of refunds ensues. And answer me this, girls: Who leaves the house without ANY form of identification whatsoever? You carry everything else in that goddamn purse. And no pair of shorts are too small to fit a three inch by 1.5 inch piece of plastic with your fucking birthday on it. NO you can't see Devil's Rejects because you're FUCKING TWELVE and have no way to prove otherwise (even though you're slutty enough to be a forty-five year old hooker)!
...I hate my WASPy town...
Cheer me up. Send me music.
...I hate my WASPy town...
Cheer me up. Send me music.