2002-04-23 - 2:49 a.m.

i complain about work all the time.

mostly because i hate body jewelry here's why;

a family of white trash people, and we are talking inbred swamp rats came in right as we were closing and asked me how much "da playboy bella rangs were" when i told her how much ($20 people ask so much i have them memorized) she told me that she couldn�t afford it "i really need to gets a new one cause ma dawg keeps a chewin on miiine"

after they left and we closed the store we all broke out laughing wondering why in the hell her fucking dog chews on her "bella rang"

all sorts of scenarios were made, her lying on the couch drunk swatting at her dog giggling and yelling "kweet it, ya hear?"

i hate all of them, especially when i hear their shrill hee-haw voices asking stupendously dumb questions.

work is sometimes fun. i have this obsession with james brown, i bought two of his dvds a few weeks ago. his shows are great all the weird foot slides and stuff he does. that's were people like beck and bands like the (international) noise conspiracy get it from.

anyway though, when i get bored at work i try and do them since the floor is just painted cement and shoes do not stick.

either that or i'll just ally mcbeal it all day.

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