It looks as though I almost have a job. The place, Goody's. For those of you who don't know about "Goody's", It's just another unreasonably priced clothing store full of mass produced fun and fashion. Just the place for me! Me being a bluegrass pickin', thrift store shopping, pornstar manager with a broken collarbone as a result of recieving last minute Yanni tickets and having to one too many spicy dill pickles from the snack bar...
...NO! I CAN'T DRIVE A BULLDOZER!...Sorry guys, that was Nanny asking me something. She forgot to take her Prozac.
Anyway, I've got to get back to my endlessly entertaining twenty-two year old roommate that has a heart murmur. Until next time, aloha.
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Mass-produced fun? I like the sound o'that!
P.S. Please write more than just this entry...this could be lots of fun...don't you love how demanding I am?...Luna says hi.
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