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Right Round - Flo Rida

colors = way too many.

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funny story of the day:

yesterday at work,
it was just Katie and I closing,
and it was pretty much slow the whole day.
enter the suspicious lady.
she browses the store, does her thing when we start noticing that the areas she looked at are kind of messy,
and as we tidy them up, some things seem to be missing.
Katie starts to kind of follow her, and chat her up as to not be obvious when she notices the lady has a bracelet in her hand and kind of hiding it under her scarf, and asks her "would you like me to hold that for you at the register?"
so the lady, of course, says, "oh, of course, thank you."
so, being the good workers we are, she goes to find security, which at Westlake Center, do nothing.
they come in, stand in the store, and then leave after 10 minutes and tell us "she looks fine - we're gonna go."
fucking useless.
so the lady leaves, and doesn't get anything she put on hold and tells us that she doesn't have any money today, but will come back tomorrow to get them. ha.
she leaves, and seriously two minutes later, comes back into the store and proceeds to browse some more.
honestly, she acts like she's never seen us before in her entire life, even offers us chocolate from her purse.
so the security guy comes in, and says "ma'am, you have five minutes to finish your shopping, or i'm going to have to ask you to shop somewhere else"
so she says okay, and leaves the store, and we tell him what happened in the store, and how she took two pairs of earrings, and he says "do you want me to do something about it?"
fucking turd. your job is what i want you to fucking do.
he runs to get her, and brings her back inside, where we ask her if she took the earrings.
she "finds" them in her purse. ha.
apparently, not only did she not know they were in there,
she is also pregnant (how is this an excuse?),
has a husband and three kids (once again, what?),
and is recovering from being sick (what. the. fuck.).
so okay, whatever, she goes through her purse, and doesn't have the other pair.
the security asks for her ID, and she says she doesn't have a driver's license and doesn't carry her wallet because she had it stolen once (i thought that was ironic).
funny thing, she had an ID that was from something like "Medicationy Clinic" and it was completely "valid".



it had her name, DOB, blanks for her height, weight, eye color, hair color, and 'expire date' and a very very stretched picture of her face. cute.
the address on the bottom says "1164 Summit Ave Seattle, WA 98101" and a phone number.
so the security asks for her address, and she says "one seven three one one twelfth street"
he repeats "one seven three one twelfth street"
she says "one seven three one second street"
obviously not her address.
he asks for her zip code.
"two two six seven four zero"
a) that's not even a fucking zip code. that's 6 numbers.
b) where the hell is 226740? i don't even know where a 22674 would be. fucking north carolina?
so on her way out, escorted by security,
they pass by Made In Washington where i suppose she was giving them trouble as well.
apparently, she stole chocolates from them. sound familiar?
yeah, she tried to offer my coworker and i some. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAbitch.

not done-
so walking out to my bus stop, GUESS who i see sitting on the floor outside of the macy's doors?
'kimberly bailey a'
yeah, okay.
nice day at work. nice day.

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sigh~
eternal sonata,
taiko,
come to me~
=(
i miss you.

ARTH202
i honestly thought i'd break 90.
if it weren't for the my stupid mistakes,
i might've.

that's a 3.2
3.2 = :(

there's still the final,
and the paper!!
HOPE!

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it's so sunny today =)
i love the sun.
man-oh-man,
countin' it down until summer '09 =)





til then, loves =)