"Hey, Crystal. Do you remember when we kissed at my party?"
"No, I don't remember much from your party."
I do remember what KC said the next day, while I layed around on the couch, extremely dizzy all Sunday.
"No, more pills for Idd-ah." A sentence I repeated to show my agreement.
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"Did you see my new outfit?" he says as he pulls down his shirt to reveal the costume underneath.
Note to weirdo: It's cute when a 5 year old boy excitedly pulls his Spiderman costume out of his Spiderman bookbag. It's really fucking pathetic and strange when a [how old did you say you were? 34?] 34 year old man pulls down his shirt to show me the Spiderman costume he's wearing. In January. It's not even for Halloween.
"I got the mask too." he nods towards his book bag. "I just bought it today."
Christ. You just bought it today, and what, ran to the bathroom to put it on? Freak.
Another note to weirdo: I'm not your friend. I get paid to spend hours in that store, greeting and smiling at people. Stop flirting with me. It makes me feel like the woman in Dodgeball when she threw up a little in her mouth. Also, maybe you should try buying something. It's gross that you come in, flirt with me, grin while you stand in the back and look at porn, show me your Spiderman figurine (or costume), and OCCASIONALLY you'll buy a banana. And why the fuck to you introduce yourself as Rambo?
This day last year, I confessed my problem with reciprocating in relationships.
"No, I don't remember much from your party."
I do remember what KC said the next day, while I layed around on the couch, extremely dizzy all Sunday.
"No, more pills for Idd-ah." A sentence I repeated to show my agreement.
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"Did you see my new outfit?" he says as he pulls down his shirt to reveal the costume underneath.
Note to weirdo: It's cute when a 5 year old boy excitedly pulls his Spiderman costume out of his Spiderman bookbag. It's really fucking pathetic and strange when a [how old did you say you were? 34?] 34 year old man pulls down his shirt to show me the Spiderman costume he's wearing. In January. It's not even for Halloween.
"I got the mask too." he nods towards his book bag. "I just bought it today."
Christ. You just bought it today, and what, ran to the bathroom to put it on? Freak.
Another note to weirdo: I'm not your friend. I get paid to spend hours in that store, greeting and smiling at people. Stop flirting with me. It makes me feel like the woman in Dodgeball when she threw up a little in her mouth. Also, maybe you should try buying something. It's gross that you come in, flirt with me, grin while you stand in the back and look at porn, show me your Spiderman figurine (or costume), and OCCASIONALLY you'll buy a banana. And why the fuck to you introduce yourself as Rambo?
This day last year, I confessed my problem with reciprocating in relationships.
posted by crystal at
1:27 pm
2 Comments:
dude, i SO want to buy a banana from you and show you my spider-man costume.
but i want to say that i've been enjoying the hold website and i must say it is extraordinary to see little traces of cory lavender (aka Sir Dick Orange) in the background of some of the pictures.
maybe you could have a contest where if you send in the answers a la "where's waldo" you could win a hold cd. just thinkin' out loud.
keep listening to "on the TLC tip..." PEACE OUT REPRESENT QUINPOOL ROAD RESPECT
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ling-ling san, at 1/2/05 11:32 am
I'm glad you've been enjoying the Hold website. I love how Lav is in pictures at shows of those guyses bands for 10 years and more. I don't think I get your contest idea. Email me your address. I want to send you a package. I'll include a banana.
By
crystal, at 1/2/05 11:54 am
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