burnbright

work work work.
waiting for the phone call that says we're finally going bowling. who knew there was 24 hour bowling?

(i almost typed "blowing". of course there's that too, i guess...)

some guys came into the store today and recruited one of our part-timers for this hair seminar they're doing. apparently they're from LA or whatever. it was really weird. she doesn't want to go alone so i get the job of going with. the upside is that they might cut my hair too... the guy was all, "i know i could do whatever i wanted to your hair." well... yes. and please.


and if the cat throws up on my lap we're not friends anymore.