so call me queer, but i was giving wank, air, ryan and alyson a pole dance last night out front.
so today my lower abs hurt like hell.
any other muscles that get sore are just annoying, but sore abs fucking hurt.
thats why i tend to do anything other than those, if i do ever excersize.
anyway, i walked outside the store today at lunch and it was fucking bright.
i sneezed, as usual... goddamn! so much hurt.

i opened today. blAh.
this lady came up to me and asked where she could file a complaint.
i was thinking it was cuz of one of the many incompentent PACE-less employees that wander the store and want nothing to do with customers, but no.
she was like, "this music is the worst. i would drive one to drink."

i dont know what song she was referring to. i believe it was 80's shit, but i do remember hearing no doubt's simple kind of life.
so i guess thats why other stores dont play comtemporary shit, cuz they get a buncha drunken grandma's wandering the store.
that aint good, cuz then they get to fighting over the last bag of sugar thats on sale.... not pretty.
curly gray hairs flying. whole sets of toofsis getting knocked out.
bitches be tuff!