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Well sweethearts, I was going to bore you with more things that I believe in, but I believe I shall instead bore you with the trivial details of my now boring life. I must admit, while I am EXTREMELY glad all of the drama surrounding the end of my relationship with the Ex and the demise of the pseudo-relationship with Mr. Q is over and I have finally found happiness, I find it rather unfortunate that my life has become far less interest worthy. Oh well, at least I am happy.
TODAY...
was very boring. I watched people on camera for 8 hours to no avail. Either people are finally getting the message- you WILL be caught and prosecuted if you shoplift at my store- or for the most part, people are genuinely moral and good people. Maybe the shoplifters were enjoying the sunny day instead of boosting my merchandise. I'd kind of like it if they reared their ugly little theiving heads again for a minute so I can finish getting my certification, but oh well.
TODAY, TOO...
was the last day that I get to see my cop for an entire WEEK! He's going to a criminal justice conference starting Wed. morning and he won't be back until Saturday. I work ALL day tomorrow, then he works all night, and then Tuesday I have class and he has work...please bear with me. I know it is very sappy of me to yammer on about his being gone for only a short little week, but this will be the longest time we've spent apart. If I don't pine to death, I can almost assure you that around Thursday or Friday you will see a sad, sappy, girlie journal entry. I will apologize early.
PSEUDOEPHEDRINE...
This drug, used in almost all cold and allergy medicine, causes me equal parts relief and anxiety. While I enjoy the alleviation of all of my horrible allergy symptoms, I find it very disenchanting that I can no longer form complete and coherent sentences or thoughts without deep, serious thought while under it's influence. Such is life, I suppose. I'd rather be a huge dope for an hour or so a couple times a day than suffer the pounding sinus headaches and wheezing I incur every year around this time.
COSMO...
I have yet to figure out if I have A. foregone all of my rational judgement or B. embraced my rational judgement by deciding to order a subscription to said magazine. I buy the magazine every month at the newsstand, so I will save money by subscribing to it...as well as getting a free complimentary subscription to Madamoiselle...but at the same time, I am a subscriber to Cosmo.
BELLADONNA...
I feel I must reiterate how hot she is. That porn was really indescribably weird, but she is just SO hot. Just wow.
MY HAIR...
does not look like my profile picture, and hasn't for a long time. It is now very long, very brown, and very plain, and, consequently, I am VERY BORED with it. I just don't know what I want to do to it to change things up. I don't want to get a cut...maybe a different color? Suggestions, my lovelies.
DAWN OF THE DEAD...
really wasn't that scary. I finally brought myself to watch it with my cop the other night. It was either that or the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre (which scares the ever loving shit out of me) so of course, I chose Evil Dead. I did, however, get surprisingly horrible nightmares and undeniably freaked out at one part...the zombie baby. About this baby, I have two questions...first...what the fuck...a ZOMBIE BABY? and two...since the zombies in the movie needed to bite their victims and rip off body parts and skin to eat...how would the zombie baby eat? It doesn't have teeth!!!
WATCHING PEOPLE ON CAMERA...
is actually really hilarious. You would think the signs saying "You are being watched on Closed Circuit Television" would deter people from picking their nose, scratching their butts, adjusting themselves, and/or making out/going down on or having sex with one another in dark corners or in the fitting room. However, it doesn't. I also have the unfortunate priviledge of seeing everyone that walks in my store in all their fashion police citation worthy glory.
THE SURROUND SOUND DRAMA CONTINUES...
Radio Shack didn't have the parts. Sony said they'd fix my problems for a nominal fee, of course. I spoke to a rep at Sears again, who, after fighting with them finally decided to help me. They are either going to replace my damaged parts or replace the entire set with the floor model. It's been touched and messed with, but never bought and taken home. It's not damaged, at least. Finally, I don't have to scream and yell anymore.
AND, IN CLOSING...
I LOVE LOVE LOVE my cop!