Ticklebuddy Wonderpoo (aubkabob) wrote,
Ticklebuddy Wonderpoo
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i am SO going to marry a man like Conan O'Brien. you can bet on it. *puts on groucho marx glasses/moustache* a girl appreciates a guy that can make her laugh. *poof*

home from work. or home from worm, as i originally typed. would have been home earlier, but my last transaction consisted of someone that had just dropped $153 on a desk and school supplies and wanted to quibble over her binder ringing up at $0.78 a piece instead of $0.66, for a total of like $1.50 ish. and she refused to void her check and allow us to rering everything to get her money back.

oy, vey. i had forgotten the wonders of retail.

i was in a tremendously good mood today. giggling, laughing, joking around. i dunno why. i just woke up in a good mood. amazing how that works sometimes (though i had disturbing, depressing dreams..)

and more good news? i get paid at Office Max THIS friday. meaning, of course, that i will get a paycheck every single freaking WEEK. *headbangs* rawk and stuff. werd to ya mutha, shiver me timbers, and all that nautical talk.

dreary and overcast both on the way to work and the way home. the walk home was wonderful, just after dark where it's not quite completely dark yet, and almost everyone is gone from the streets. it was windy, and i so wanted to take my hair down to have it blow across my face. i love wind. so i smiled and whispered-sang some Better Than Ezra on the way home, swinging by the post office to get my mail.

nice to know that years after the fact, they decide to freaking come after me for $2700 for my sinus surgery, something that my insurance should have taken care of 80 freaking years ago.

but it still didn't spoil my good mood. i chuckled and mock glared at it, and stuffed it into my purse, sashaying (sic?) the rest of my way home...

i work tomorrow at Michaels from 11 - 530. for joy. that means i'll get home around 630 or so. yay for public transit.

SPEAKING of... as i was waiting for my bus this morning, this HUGE BUFF man with boxers and the saggy pants and no shirt came by and asked where the nearest Bank of America was. he said something in yo yo speak (yo dis and yo dat, werd.), and informed me that he just got out of jail, and the cops weren't even considerate enough to give him a shirt, yo.

i scooted closer to the person i was sharing the bench with and smiled nervously.

but i must get ready for bed. hope everything is good with yous.

..and you move like water
i could drown in you
and i fell so deep once
till you pulled me through
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