my day
I spent most of the day folding denim and asking customers whether they wanted to sell their soul to express by opening up a newly titled "Rewards card". One woman I was ringing up seemed interested until she interupted me saying "just ring me up okay?'. I guess I can't read people as well as I thought. Still, at work, I am reigned the and I quote "credit card queen". It's because I have the biggest mouth. Also, I think my approach is so aggresive I intimidate them and they are scared into signing up. I was pleased to find out that I was choosen by my co manager to model new denim for our "denim launch" meetng on sunday. (Ahh... my dream: a plus size model.) It really flattered me which was sad, and made work seem a little brighter which was sadder. However, despite the days events I succeded in opening two credit cards and folding an entire wall of denim. It looked good. Real good. So if you happen to shop at my store and fuck them up, I will come after you and your entire family.
So after my feet had begun to bleed from the incessive standing I have done for the past week, I made my way across the street to Coldstones where my buddy Mathew Ducey works. Why? To visit my good ole pale of course....and to get some free ice cream. Needless to say, I don't ever want to eat again, and I probably shat the remains of it out the moment I left the store. (I ran into the borders) So after I released myself I got on my bicycle and pedaled away into the sunset.
I bought a 53 dollar bike from Target and it is wonderful. The breaks dont work very well and the gears are all hoaky but I LOVE it. I'll never have to pay for transit again! Untill it's cold.....which I'm dreading.
So last summer my roomates and I survived without an ac unit. This year I decided I didn't want to bath in ice before I retired to sleep every night. I got really lucky and my gay neighbor (gay like homosexual...I moved to the "gay community" in chicago. Why? Because- It's FABULOUS!) just gave me one cuz he's moving. How lucky! I debated on whether I should be generous and put it in the living room. After a few days and 20 degrees higher I decided my room was the best place for it.
So I have two cats. Their my roomate's cats but I guess their kinda mine cuz I feed them and scoop up their shit. I also make sure they don't run away or jump out of any windows. One is named franklin. He's a skinny black cat who loves cuddling but who is also very skiddish and loves jumping on one's back when they least expect it. They other cat is orangey brown red I dont know...with stripes kind of. He's fat, eats all of frankies food, and doesn't like to cuddle. His name is Balls. He's named after his balls WHICH ARE HUGE. I'll take a pic and show you guys. They are BIG. He's prettier to look at and like to plays with people...but frankie cuddles with me. He's also easier to pick up when he isnt clawing you. I'm also highly allergic so theyre not allowed in my room. They like to play a game:who can get into laura's room first. So I have to be really sneaky and make sure my door is closed at al times. So half of the time I'm home I'm sick cuz all I smell is cat piss (which makes me think of my grandmother...long story) or I'm sneezing coughing scratching itching...etc. Still.. theyre cute.
So I haven't written in a while but for the first time in months I actually felt like documenting my life a bit.
good night
So after my feet had begun to bleed from the incessive standing I have done for the past week, I made my way across the street to Coldstones where my buddy Mathew Ducey works. Why? To visit my good ole pale of course....and to get some free ice cream. Needless to say, I don't ever want to eat again, and I probably shat the remains of it out the moment I left the store. (I ran into the borders) So after I released myself I got on my bicycle and pedaled away into the sunset.
I bought a 53 dollar bike from Target and it is wonderful. The breaks dont work very well and the gears are all hoaky but I LOVE it. I'll never have to pay for transit again! Untill it's cold.....which I'm dreading.
So last summer my roomates and I survived without an ac unit. This year I decided I didn't want to bath in ice before I retired to sleep every night. I got really lucky and my gay neighbor (gay like homosexual...I moved to the "gay community" in chicago. Why? Because- It's FABULOUS!) just gave me one cuz he's moving. How lucky! I debated on whether I should be generous and put it in the living room. After a few days and 20 degrees higher I decided my room was the best place for it.
So I have two cats. Their my roomate's cats but I guess their kinda mine cuz I feed them and scoop up their shit. I also make sure they don't run away or jump out of any windows. One is named franklin. He's a skinny black cat who loves cuddling but who is also very skiddish and loves jumping on one's back when they least expect it. They other cat is orangey brown red I dont know...with stripes kind of. He's fat, eats all of frankies food, and doesn't like to cuddle. His name is Balls. He's named after his balls WHICH ARE HUGE. I'll take a pic and show you guys. They are BIG. He's prettier to look at and like to plays with people...but frankie cuddles with me. He's also easier to pick up when he isnt clawing you. I'm also highly allergic so theyre not allowed in my room. They like to play a game:who can get into laura's room first. So I have to be really sneaky and make sure my door is closed at al times. So half of the time I'm home I'm sick cuz all I smell is cat piss (which makes me think of my grandmother...long story) or I'm sneezing coughing scratching itching...etc. Still.. theyre cute.
So I haven't written in a while but for the first time in months I actually felt like documenting my life a bit.
good night