hmm.
if you go invisible on ICQ,
those fuckers that you dont know dont try to send you boobs anymore.
trust me... thats a good thing...

i dont got much to say tonight.
wasted away another day for no particular reason other than
'i didnt wanna do homework'
so... i'll show up to class with my not even a half-assed attempt.
bleh.
i think only the final paper matters anyway...
i'll have to actually work on it by then.

uh.
random thing popped in my head:
theres this older lady at work maybe 40something.
she talks anyones ear off.
shes always talking about her family and other experiences.
youd think there was something a little off with her, but on close expection, all thats different is her
apparent inability to either get embarrassed or not being able to know that shes digging to deep.
back in the day, she asked misty if she liked me, and vis versa.
anyway. thats not what i was thinking.
what i was thinking was
on day i was checking next to her.
and i, of course, only have conversations with my customers if they are interesting, very personal/nice, or something sparks a little dialouge.
anyway. so im just doin my thing. whipping items over the scanner, and i overhear her saying,
so the other day, im in my sons room, and i found a dirty magazine.
and you know, i guess youve gotta expect younger kids to get a hold of these somehow, but i was kinda irked by the one that i found.
it was pregnant ladies.
now what kind of guy in his right mind is into that?
and the customer actually responds!
uh. yeh, theres a lot of strange people out there.
so then the checker continues:
yeah, so i confronted him about it.
i asked him where he got it. he told me he found it in one of the neighbors trashcans.
blah, blah, blah.

but jesuschrist!
if i was that kid, i would die of embarrassment if i knew what my mom would say to random people...
shes also always saying shit like her kids overweight and tall for his age, and she gets on his ass for eating bad and shit.
damn.
but i guess this job is perfect for a lot of older ladies.
they get to talk their head off to EVERYONE and they GOTTA listen for at least a minute or two.
and what also is annoying, is that they repeat the same fucking stories over and over.
myself. i get annoyed if i do that.
i only repeat myself if incited. like.
so, barry manilow, eh?

yeh... =P

anyway.
my bad. i dont know what sparked that.
that was like months ago. probably pre-thanksgiving rush....
whatever, im weird.
we all know it