awww....i want to get my boyfriend this BAPE hoodie for Christmas. but they're obscenely expensive and the majority of the ones on ebay are fakes (one i was watching earlier got taken down by the time i checked back after work). a couple of the ones i was watching looked legit, but the payment info was in the exact same garbled phrasing even though they were all allegedly from different sellers in different locations. probably all in Hong Kong and probably all knock-offs.
now i feel really sad about telling him ahead of time that i wanted to get him one. at least i didn't just buy one. well, now we can try to hunt for a legit one together.
stupid exclusivity, making everything he really wants expensive.
stupid job, not giving me a promotion to manager so i could afford, you know, THINGS.
the manager has a book entitled How to Manage People - Sopranos Style (or something similar to that). he shouldn't leave that crap lying around in the store. we all hold his management workbooks and shit up and go "AWWWW" as soon as he leaves. funny, i can manage employees and the rest of the store just fine without a book.
i hope he leaves. or gets in a horrible accident and is paralyzed and can't work. and he'd actually enjoy that because he's a creepy, nerdy little masochist. i think he knows that we don't like him and he likes it. he always asks me what's wrong when i get to work every day, and is disappointed when i'm perfectly content. gee, pal, i guess there might be something wrong, though. oh, right. YOU TOOK MY JOB, YA FREAK!!!
now i feel really sad about telling him ahead of time that i wanted to get him one. at least i didn't just buy one. well, now we can try to hunt for a legit one together.
stupid exclusivity, making everything he really wants expensive.
stupid job, not giving me a promotion to manager so i could afford, you know, THINGS.
the manager has a book entitled How to Manage People - Sopranos Style (or something similar to that). he shouldn't leave that crap lying around in the store. we all hold his management workbooks and shit up and go "AWWWW" as soon as he leaves. funny, i can manage employees and the rest of the store just fine without a book.
i hope he leaves. or gets in a horrible accident and is paralyzed and can't work. and he'd actually enjoy that because he's a creepy, nerdy little masochist. i think he knows that we don't like him and he likes it. he always asks me what's wrong when i get to work every day, and is disappointed when i'm perfectly content. gee, pal, i guess there might be something wrong, though. oh, right. YOU TOOK MY JOB, YA FREAK!!!
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It was hard to make it look like a muffin and not a MUSHROOM!