Hastings, wot?

[rainjewel]

So, my local Hastings takes five MILLION years to get me my copy of Heavens (this is old news, but yeah), and I walk in today to buy more blank CDs ('cause all the ones I have are burning like CRAP. Not cool, burning The Black Parade and the new Nightmare Before Christmas and having it sound like shit. Lots of skipping shit.) and there's a whole

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[coffeewordangel]

heh. I realized he was short but not that short. Of course, I'm 5'2" and when I met Leah she's all "omg you're so short!" and I'm like "yeah, I told you that. you think I would compare myself to a hobbit if I wasn't?".

And I always end up hanging out with guys who are, like, over six foot. In fact, I kind of married one. It was weird. My kid is going to tower over me when she's like, ten. I swear. She's only three and she's half my height.

He dissed Nirvana??? Why? Who the fuck in their right mind would do that? Actually I think I just answered my own question there. *mutters* Pretentious little shit.

[coffeewordangel]

P.S. Regarding Hastings: We have three in town, right? So I go to the one across town since I'm over there anyway to get Black Flag's Damaged since my ex took mine when we got divorced. They're all "oh, we don't even have that in the warehouse. I can order it but it will be around eight weeks before it gets here." I'm like, "Fine. Just do it. And actually call me when it comes in this time, assholes."

Then, on the way home I stop by the store that's maybe half a mile from my house just to see. Yeah. They had it. Wtf? I hate Hastings. The least possible amount of help they can give. Is it really that hard to check your system to see if another store in town has it? Apparently.

[rainjewel]

Dude, I'm with you on the Hastings hate but our Hastings here in Moscow is actually really good. They're super friendly and they've come along way. I mean, I've special ordered five million things from them and each one they've been way cool about. There's this tall bearded guy with long, long hair that runs around and his nametag reads "That Hastings Guy." I think his real name is Michael but I just call him God, 'cause he knows which movies are in, out, when they're due back, what's in VHS and what's in DVD and everything else. It's hilarious.

And dude, Tom Delonge? Can die a fiery death. Long live (+44)!!!