so now i can never go to the seven-eleven again
i went to the seven-eleven to buy milk, and when i tried to take the credit card slip from the cashier to sign, i kind of bumped my hand into his fingers because i was trying to take the receipt and he was trying to hold it down for me to sign, and i kind of mumbled "oh, i'm sorry," and then he looked at me and smirked and said all creepy flirtatiously "no, *i'm* sorry," and then continued smirking as i left the store as quickly as i could. so now i'll have to look in the window before going in there to make sure he's not working, or i'll have to go down to rite-aid. the thing is, i am completely incapable of reading signals, so he probably wasn't smirking at all and i just freaked out over nothing.
hmm...what else...i should start my take-home midterm that's due later today. i'm not a huge fan of livejournal, but it's a fantastic way of procrastinating. not that i need any help with that.
yes, my life is one of hardships and trauma. ooh, but it's all spring-like here and now it's raining, and it's perfect weather, and that makes me happy. as do run-on sentences.
hmm...what else...i should start my take-home midterm that's due later today. i'm not a huge fan of livejournal, but it's a fantastic way of procrastinating. not that i need any help with that.
yes, my life is one of hardships and trauma. ooh, but it's all spring-like here and now it's raining, and it's perfect weather, and that makes me happy. as do run-on sentences.