So i got another job. a third job. jobs for me are becoming like stray animals, i just can't stop taking them in. however, this time is different, i swear. I got my ass back in school, comunity college (classy, i know), and decided i was going to quit serving rich bourgousie bitches and either become a fulltime barista or get back into retail. my choices were Starbucks or Urban Outfitters (if i were in any other town, trust me, i would have rather have been brutally stabbed with a rusty spoon than to align myself with either corporation) but i need money and lots of it. So i chose the lesser of two evils: Urban... i figured i could dress and be the artfag that i am, every day, and get paid for it... while pushing around t-shirts, tellin people what to do, and talkin about shit i want to talk about, rather than dealing with more angry bourgousie bitches and their feinding for overpriced coffee. So i got the job with Urban today. =D. Urban loves me, i love me, everyone is happy.
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and damn, lady - i'm listening to yr last.fm station. and uh,
yeah, your station is really fantastic - it goes in some really interesting directions. like after being pummeled a bit by things like Darkthrone and Dimmu, a Smiths song will come on and totally slay me.
you'll have to let me know how mine treats you.