iggy

jersey city is the new black.

so i found a freind at work who has the same guilty pleasure as i do, which excites me a whole lot, cause now we can talk about our favorite boy band.

ooooh i left you all a clue, but its not what you're thinking at all...

hehehe.

nevermind, you didn't see nothing.

so last night some girl took her shirt off right in fron't of the counter and changed into the shirt she had just bought. She did this right after running around phrenetically picking things up and putting things down not knowing what she wanted. Now this would have been fine, if it hadn't been fifteen minutes after closing.

bitch.

ok i am fine really.

So i have decided that the bedford stop is a good place to pick up guitarists.

shut up daddies trying to talk to a cheap floozie...