some people tell me that you're not my kind
and i believe them, but i can't get you out of my mind

The Salt Mine
I just wrote a fatty paragraph and lost it so bah. Another Target day. The day was nice, effulgent and all, peaceful. I walk in 12:00, exactly, expecting a wonderful day. I check lane assignments, boy oh boy I'm on a roll. Lane 11 baby, and by now I was getting a little pissed. I get the short end of the stick a few too often. I was scheduled to work 12:00 - 5:30 PM, and no way I wanted to work that long that far down the lanes. I go to my immediate supervisor and ask her that in return for my hours (since it's outside my "availability") that she move me down closer to the civilized side of the store. I explain to her my reasoning, and she ends up not believing me or something. Rob wasn't much help either, too (but at least he was keeping it "real"). She refuses and tells me to get back on my lane, not giving me the closer lane or letting me leave early (she later did let me leave early, perhaps out of pity... jeez I hate that, I don't want anyone's pity). I was getting pretty mad by then, my fist met the counter a good five or six times. Janky if you ask me. However, thinking on it, I guess I wasn't that mad. Perhaps just a little flustered and embarrassed (not toward the boss though... pfft). I just don't like the idea of getting hated on, and at the same time with it holding me down. Bah. Will came in (again), and bought some stuff. EZ and his girl also came in, always cool hollering at him. It turns out Matt took the last Vanilla Coke in the store. Punk! By doing so he disapointed at least three people. I get home, and don't end up doing much of anything (as usual). Played another Warcraft Three tourney game, and though close, end up losing. Kenji, Willy, Kevin, and I played a great game earlier, which could be considered epic by some. I'm now deciding whether or not I will head to the city early or just go for the dinner later today. Today I had 1.5 Cokes and a Snickers Crunch bar, ouch^2. By the way, the shaving gel felt like icing off a cake or something. It smelled nice, too.

One reason I'm looking forward to school is that I get to tote this sucker around heh.

I found these on my car the other day. Man, with a napkin... a friggin napkin. How janky. What am I gonna do with it? Blow my nose? Get out. The business card on the botom I discovered in the Target parking lot. I do not believe these were the usual good ol' Dublin prevailing winds though. Someone put that sucker there. The thing is, the person's whose name is on the card is hardly pronounceable, so if I ever need to call that bank I wouldn't be able to talk to that one person. As for the content, I really don't know. It's not funny anymore though, that's for sure. I wonder who the culprit is.

"She's a speck (in the distance)."
"I heard you were being fussy."