Die, crazy whore Correction, that should be die crazy, loud whore. This smelly girl, I'm not being mean, she is smelly, sitting next to me is listening to music. She's wearing headphones so she is at least trying to be considerate, but why bother with the headphones if you're gonna blast the shit so loud that everyone in the joint knows you're listening to some tired dance mix cd?? People. I hate people. In other news, my job is going better. Now that I know what's going on a little more, I don't feel so damn stupid. Did that sentence make sense? Eh, I don't care. I didn't take the mall job because my hours at Abbey Carpet are to unpredictable. I picked up Lost in Translation while I was waiting for a computer. I wanted P.S. Your Cat is Dead, but it wasn't in. I like that book a great deal. Since my first choice wasn't available, I began randomly roaming the stacks, waiting for something to grab my attention. I had no idea there were so many of those romance novels with the indian warriors or pirates on the cover. Scary. Anyhoo, The cover for Lost in Translationcaught my eye, so that is what I shall be reading this week. My recovery disks are on backorder. Even so, I should have gotten them by now. The lady, amazingly English speaking, said it would be about 3 days after the disks arrived her location....about a week. Well, things must have changed. I have a reference number though, so I'm gonna call and check up on those bad boys. posted by Beth 7:04 PM . . .
