decembruary twins

...I hate assholes. I know, totally obvious statement there, but it had to be said. This guy and his girlfriend came in, passed the front register [as I'm ringing someone else up] and ask about dropping off film. I say I'll call someone over. The next thing I know [two seconds later], they're harassing the other non-photo person. Dude, wtf? Is his vest bright blue? Leave him the fuck alone. I call the only person in the store who can help you in photo... and all is peachy. Until dude corners the manager again and asks, "Where's the Chasers?" Ignoring the awkwardness of that sentence, they are directed to the back wall. Dude promptly demands an escort to the back wall. Because, I suppose, the back wall is entirely too vague. When he finally gets to the front, he starts trying to get a discount. To which I ask for the proper ID, because he's the first person to be so openly obnoxious and claim he works for walgreens without adding "kidding!" two seconds later. He started mentioning names and when he mentioned one I could ID, I figured, what the hell. But he wouldn't fucking go to cos or photo, so I rang his junk up on register one, which will not do the discount. Will. Not. I'm thinking physically incapable since I remember the big boss having to alter a price for an employee when the other two registers were down. So... Asshole starts whining about how he didn't get his 15%.

... Oh. My. God. People that drunk should not be allowed to interact with people who aren't also that drunk. I could have killed him. And then some other asshole was next in line. I was less than pleased.

Oddly enough, after that and before that, I was pretty happy. By the time I got home this feeling had faded, which sucks, but eh, at least it was there for awhile.


^ Want. So. Bad.

Though pictures that are surfacing of the new body are making me kinda iffy on it. It's kinda ugly. But I won't know for sure til Rovam is released. And that reminds me. Mini Panda and her twin sisters were sent out yesterday. :D

Now to shower, find a drink and attempt to not feel icky.

oh. I had a dream[house]. It ended weirdly. I dreamt I was in a room with Hilary Duff, which was odd to begin with, and she was buttoning up a coat or something and she had to do something so that this normal sized coat would fit her teeny tiny frame, and I commented on it without bitchery I might add, and she was mad at me, like we'd spoken before and were in the middle of a bitchfit. Perhaps this is because Dream!Hil knew that I frequently think "crackwhore!" when seeing pictures of Hil and her new teeth that make her look...odd. *ducks from flying fruit coming from the possible direction of A2*

mcr/thoughts/sleeeeeeep

Almost bedtime again. Was going to do that meme, but didn't because of time restraints. Had one of my bigger wishes dangled infront of me this morning. Cass found a ride for me to the My Chemical Romance show in October, only I don't know if it's sold out, and if she said Elizabeth or Liz as the driver. It only makes a very small difference in that I don't really know either one of them well enough to sit in a car alone with 'em for however many hours. Also? As devoted as the MCR fans are, I have to say I'd worry I'd have to kill someone. I'm not exactly a violent person, but sometimes wading in that shallow pool makes my skin crawl. But that might just be my insane fear of large groups of people kicking in.

I want to go. But I don't want to go alone with someone I barely know. Especially if that someone is Liz, who would probably get stinking drunk and forget I was there, and MB is too frickin' far away to get left behind.

And now Princess demands the phone line. Why the fuzzy can't he get a job and pay off his cell phone bill?