i was bitchy to one casey affleck yesterday.
he ordered tea and didn't drink it, that bitch!
he was good looking and sounded british, but i thought him american.
his (presumed) kid threw spaghetti everywhere.
i hate his 'tude.
i love his celebrity.
fin.

unemployment. fruit flies. japanese ceramic dancers.
this is my life.
so lonely but so awesome.
oh! i think i am going to compile a list and rants on all my pet peeves. i feel that putting them all right out there might help me deal.
first, perhaps the most obvious.
comic sans.
stay tuned.

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ever wonder if you'd ever meet your inner arm rash twin?
well, i did. and we rubbed our rashes together, and then on others.
and now my inner-arm rash is worse.

secondly, here's a thought - stock market parrots. financial reports would gain audiences TRIPLEFOLD.

also, weezer made me cry. because i am a LAMo.

today was a great day because my manager put back up the "staff picks" display.
and guess what I got to put up? THE B52s self titled debut!
i'm going to push that album on anyone who enters the store...WATCH OUT.

has billy corgan found his "fickle fascination of an everlasting god"? irony?

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