supposed to be at work 10 minutes ago. i called though. told him i would be late. its kind of funny, when i think about it, that i sell jewelry for a taiwanese man. how do i get myself into these mildy amusing jobs?
i got told i have a nice ass.
so i guess that i should go sell jewelry. maybe i will add when i get home.
planning a summer trip to tokyo - - and the one girl i found who lives in japan on here has not buddied me yet. wack. so if anyone plans on being there in late summer, holla holla.
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later:
guess who i am for halloween?
i think i smashed this girl's dreams tonight. we were talking about selling stuff. and how whoever youre trying to sell something to always has their best friend with them, trying like hell to ruin your sale. and i explained how when i worked at the tattoo shop, that was the worst. because youll be trying to help design something completely rad, and the friend keeps saying, 'but no you should totally get a cute little butterfly on your shoulder!'
i then realized what happens when i usually say that. so i asked if she already had a butterfly tattoo. so she explained that no, she doesn't. but she was planning on getting one. but not a dumb one. one with broken wings and a tear going down its chin (was she thinking a fairy?).
'how very emo of you' i said.
i tried to explain that the last thing you really want to get is something that 'means something' to you. i said that in five years your values will be entirely different. that i had seen it, how so many people come in trying to get silly personally meaningful tattoos covered up because they can't remember why they got the retarded snake with angel's wings anyhow. just get a piece of artwork that impresses. thats the point anyway, isn't it? to adorn yourself with artwork? so whats the point of paw prints leading down to your poos?
its like that guy who throws half-melted crisco at walls and gets paid for it!
i got told i have a nice ass.
so i guess that i should go sell jewelry. maybe i will add when i get home.
planning a summer trip to tokyo - - and the one girl i found who lives in japan on here has not buddied me yet. wack. so if anyone plans on being there in late summer, holla holla.
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later:
guess who i am for halloween?
i think i smashed this girl's dreams tonight. we were talking about selling stuff. and how whoever youre trying to sell something to always has their best friend with them, trying like hell to ruin your sale. and i explained how when i worked at the tattoo shop, that was the worst. because youll be trying to help design something completely rad, and the friend keeps saying, 'but no you should totally get a cute little butterfly on your shoulder!'
i then realized what happens when i usually say that. so i asked if she already had a butterfly tattoo. so she explained that no, she doesn't. but she was planning on getting one. but not a dumb one. one with broken wings and a tear going down its chin (was she thinking a fairy?).
'how very emo of you' i said.
i tried to explain that the last thing you really want to get is something that 'means something' to you. i said that in five years your values will be entirely different. that i had seen it, how so many people come in trying to get silly personally meaningful tattoos covered up because they can't remember why they got the retarded snake with angel's wings anyhow. just get a piece of artwork that impresses. thats the point anyway, isn't it? to adorn yourself with artwork? so whats the point of paw prints leading down to your poos?
its like that guy who throws half-melted crisco at walls and gets paid for it!