So anyhow, I dreampt I was working at the fabric store again, and I couldn't for the life of me remember why I'd left. It was like I had just come back from vacation or something. Anyhow, the cash registers were new, and I was having a hard time figuring out how to ring people up. There was a lady attempting to check out and after I messed up her ticket for the 3rd time, she got mad and left.
Then I woke up. Wheeee...
So, I'm feeling rather counter-culture today. I think I'll walk around outside after I do laundry. Maybe I'll even write some bad angst-riddled poetry. Oh yeah, you know you want it. >_< I can't believe I actually used to do that for real, man I was a dork.
Feh, I wish I were skinny. It's so much easier to be counter-culture if you're skinny.
Meh, Feh, Bleh.
Okay day, I'm ready for you know.