elleseven

yay!

today a crack head came up to me and asked for my name, asked me out, then told me that I should go to Vegas with him. There I would make a lot more money than working at the mall. It made me feel so good.

He asked if I sold suits, and I said no, I sell makeup. So he asked me what sort of makeup would cover up the burn on his lip. I looked at it and asked how he got it. He lied and said that he forgot to drink water for 4 days. Like I fucking care if he burnt his lip on his crackpipe. I told him to put blistex on it. Thats when he told me to stand up so he could get a good look at me. I said no, and promptly started ignoring him. He asked if I had ever been to vegas, blah blah blah. Then he said that if I were a stripper there, I could buy a house and a mustang and,and...

thats when I went inside. I walked in pretty fast, and he followed me, the whole time trying to get my number. I lost him and sat in the back room of Aveda for a few minutes. So glad he didn't try to kiss me like the crackhead lady who came in last week. He would have been a bit more pushy prolly.


Then I went to the grocery store after work.

The end.