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Note: All I can smell is the smell of stale cigarettes from dirty construction workers who shopped today. This is affecting my pattern of thought/writing.
Not that I have much to say, I like things the way they are. Sure sometimes we need another person around to make everything a bit less awkward. Working at a grochery store is full of awkward and strange moments, mostly social and cultural questions. For example, how does the formly ghetto thug master of clinton respond to such geniune "individual" attention and kindness that we hannaford associates are trained to shower upon our customers. Usually they give me puzzled looks, like a man lost with words when you find their wallet and give it back. I don't know where I'm going with this. People are people, all generally the same. I bet anyone can relate. How couldn't they? Everyone has some sort of human nature they follow that easily cuts through their set standard, whether it be clinton thugster, hardcore vampire goth child of the night, or smarts hating jock face. And still we don't like to relate.
Onto a real entry. Time is a bitch. Even more bitchy than that girl in acton. I guess lately I'm having trouble believing how much time has really passed lately. Felt like alot, but it wasnt at all. Only a week ago, the snowball was going on and I can't really remember that far back. I dont think its from all the whatever I do. I've just been really busy, I had a full week, and it was good enough to push those old snow ball memories out of my head... until now I guess since I was trying to recap on things so I don't lose track of everything.
Memory is silly.
Once again, sorry LJ, i tried. I should try the colleen method. I shall draw entries next time.
Not that I have much to say, I like things the way they are. Sure sometimes we need another person around to make everything a bit less awkward. Working at a grochery store is full of awkward and strange moments, mostly social and cultural questions. For example, how does the formly ghetto thug master of clinton respond to such geniune "individual" attention and kindness that we hannaford associates are trained to shower upon our customers. Usually they give me puzzled looks, like a man lost with words when you find their wallet and give it back. I don't know where I'm going with this. People are people, all generally the same. I bet anyone can relate. How couldn't they? Everyone has some sort of human nature they follow that easily cuts through their set standard, whether it be clinton thugster, hardcore vampire goth child of the night, or smarts hating jock face. And still we don't like to relate.
Onto a real entry. Time is a bitch. Even more bitchy than that girl in acton. I guess lately I'm having trouble believing how much time has really passed lately. Felt like alot, but it wasnt at all. Only a week ago, the snowball was going on and I can't really remember that far back. I dont think its from all the whatever I do. I've just been really busy, I had a full week, and it was good enough to push those old snow ball memories out of my head... until now I guess since I was trying to recap on things so I don't lose track of everything.
Memory is silly.
Once again, sorry LJ, i tried. I should try the colleen method. I shall draw entries next time.