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Wednesday, June 4, 2008
too much too late, or just not enough
i.
HATE.
inventory.
almost moreso than the holiday season. everyone gets really bitchy and picky and whiny during inventory. at least everyone's stress is masked by 'oh, it's christmas, let's be nicey-nice.'.
inventory?
goes a little something like this:
'it's 20million degrees in the fucking store and someone just moved that rack of picture frames. BWAAAAGHAAARAAAWRAFASDFHA! i'm gonna eat the face off of the next person who asks me a question! rraaaarwersjkhfsaf.'
other than high tension, i had a plesant surprise today.
i am sure NONE of you were around when i first mentioned this person, but that's excusable.
his name is jared [if i remember correctly, and if you think you remember me talking about a jared previously, this isn't THAT jared. he's dead. or something. idk or care where he is, really. so whatever.]
and this jared looks oddly and strikingly like ryan ross.
i am not kidding.
i think jared's a little shorter, and a little heavier [but not by much], but the resemblance is there.
but now, fake-ryan got a haricut and grew a beard so i almost didn't recognize him, but i still was very pleased to see him.
ah, that's so random and really creepy.
sorry.
i'll go to bed naow.
krissy.
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