call me up before your dead
So, I really love the Westboro American Apparel.
Unlike the Rideau one, which is over-lit, tacky, neon and filled with metrosexual bitches who haven't eaten in sixteen weeks and look like they want to eat you, or do cocaine off your ass, depends on the gender, this one was actually relaxed. Still reminded me of a sterile hospital, but the people working were really funny. I might even apply for a job there.
But then again, maybe not.
Anyway, I bought Michael's sweatshirt for him, and bought myself one as well. So I'm happy. Also, I really want these pants. Because they're YELLOW. When I deposit my cheques I'll ask my mommy if she can Visa them, and me pay her back in cash. woot.
school tomorrow.
kinda want to kill myself.
urgh.
Unlike the Rideau one, which is over-lit, tacky, neon and filled with metrosexual bitches who haven't eaten in sixteen weeks and look like they want to eat you, or do cocaine off your ass, depends on the gender, this one was actually relaxed. Still reminded me of a sterile hospital, but the people working were really funny. I might even apply for a job there.
But then again, maybe not.
Anyway, I bought Michael's sweatshirt for him, and bought myself one as well. So I'm happy. Also, I really want these pants. Because they're YELLOW. When I deposit my cheques I'll ask my mommy if she can Visa them, and me pay her back in cash. woot.
school tomorrow.
kinda want to kill myself.
urgh.