reading a sign in the restaurant we were in:
me: readings by nora... oh cool, they do psychic readings here?
cat: no, look at all the books
(laughter... at me of course)
me: so this is what it feels like to be sarah

happy birthday to kyla. happy half birthday to me. what what

yesterday was a craptastic day at work. i could not wait to leave. cat, sarah, & rachel came in a little before i was to leave, so later i got to chill it with them fine ass bitches. we went to the cutest little restaurant/coffeehouse place. they served their sandwiches on some friend i had never heard of, but the word looked an awful lot like punani, if i'm indeed spelling that right. rachel was attempting to dare me to ask the waitress for some punani. i said sure, i'd order a one sweet melissa as well (actual name of a drink there). holla. they had fruit sorbet in the actual fruit. it was bloody awesome. they have good punani.

we later watched clerks, which i had never seen b4. man, near the end when his friend goes on about how we like to think that our jobs r important, but really any idiot could do them, & that we just need to feel important though we're really no better than the customers we hate... oof. that was rough yo. but let's get it straight- perhaps any somewhat educated tool could do my job, but i dunno about just any idiot. watch out mac.

it's an amazing concept for vh1 to play showgirls. apparently they draw clothes on all zee naked ladies... which would b uhm, let's see, how bout all of them. ha, dude, that is awesome. imagine telling ur grandma that ur paid to draw on hahas all day... man oh man.

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