So I have been more than broke for a while on my vacation out here.
A few weeks ago I sold 105 of my CDs and made a $98 (Thank God for Hasting's) but that was not enough to hold me over until my return to Israel so I decided to take all of my old clothes and shoes and head down to Buffalo Exchange to pawn my shit off and make a few bucks, however I did not expect it to literally be a FEW bucks.
I took 3 trash bags of clothes down there.... and it wasn't trashy shit either (mostly). I even had a brand new pair of Circa skate shoes and a pair of extremely expensive dress shoes that are mint but just dont fit me. I stood in line for about 15 minutes as people tried selling their old rags as well. Finally my turn came and the cute petite tattooed girl behind the counter told me step up and explained the process seeing as how it has been about 10 years since my last time selling to them. A lot of the stuff she would just fold up and put off to the side and I get it, I have never been one to follow most fashion trends but they just kept rejecting decent shit that was completely the style of the store. There were a few shirts and pants that she personally liked but needed her boss's approval before paying me for them and he denied each and every one with some snobby fucking comment a douchey attitude. It had been a long time since I had been there but I seriously do not remember it being run by the fucking fashion police. It's too summery for my sweaters but not summery enough for the sandals..... these shoes are nice but no one is buying models from 4 years ago (seriously brand new circas, just out of the box). By the end of it they offered me $3.50 for a pair of pants and I had to take it because I didn't even have enough on me to catch the bus.
That was just one little section of my shitty fucking day today.
Long story short fuck buffalo exchange.
I took my three fifty and headed out the door feeling, defeated I suppose. I ended up getting a ride from my brother so didn't have to waste all of my cash on bus fare.
Fuck fuck fuckitty fuck.
Anyone in ABQ wanna buy my golf clubs?
A few weeks ago I sold 105 of my CDs and made a $98 (Thank God for Hasting's) but that was not enough to hold me over until my return to Israel so I decided to take all of my old clothes and shoes and head down to Buffalo Exchange to pawn my shit off and make a few bucks, however I did not expect it to literally be a FEW bucks.
I took 3 trash bags of clothes down there.... and it wasn't trashy shit either (mostly). I even had a brand new pair of Circa skate shoes and a pair of extremely expensive dress shoes that are mint but just dont fit me. I stood in line for about 15 minutes as people tried selling their old rags as well. Finally my turn came and the cute petite tattooed girl behind the counter told me step up and explained the process seeing as how it has been about 10 years since my last time selling to them. A lot of the stuff she would just fold up and put off to the side and I get it, I have never been one to follow most fashion trends but they just kept rejecting decent shit that was completely the style of the store. There were a few shirts and pants that she personally liked but needed her boss's approval before paying me for them and he denied each and every one with some snobby fucking comment a douchey attitude. It had been a long time since I had been there but I seriously do not remember it being run by the fucking fashion police. It's too summery for my sweaters but not summery enough for the sandals..... these shoes are nice but no one is buying models from 4 years ago (seriously brand new circas, just out of the box). By the end of it they offered me $3.50 for a pair of pants and I had to take it because I didn't even have enough on me to catch the bus.
That was just one little section of my shitty fucking day today.
Long story short fuck buffalo exchange.
I took my three fifty and headed out the door feeling, defeated I suppose. I ended up getting a ride from my brother so didn't have to waste all of my cash on bus fare.
Fuck fuck fuckitty fuck.
Anyone in ABQ wanna buy my golf clubs?
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yourself:
also: dice please... rolling dice... rolling.... trolling... need to roleplay... aching for it bro... and Melissa and Derek are in TLV so we can all finally sit down one evening and spend some nerd time together... only Carmel will be missing...
yourself:
I knew you'll disappear for a while once you get back... cool... i'll see you a week after that... also... bring back the 3999 guidebook, dox or whatever you can 