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[Eli]
I am bored. Work is soooo dead. Let's draw faces on Bryce's nudie mags.
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[25 Jul 2008|09:24pm] |
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I can't sleep. Anymore.
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[01 Jun 2008|12:40am] |
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Hey. Can I ask you something?
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[25 Apr 2008|11:46pm] |
[blocked from barr and stroughton]
Killer's acting funny. I think she maybe pregnant. Her tummy is all swollen and puffy looking. Or it's worms. She's going to the vet today.
In other news I helped out in a nipple piercing on a girl who is getting married in a week.
Her nipples were small though. I wonder if it'll reject the piercing. Apparently she wanted to surprise her boyfriend with them. Whatever floats her boat and tickles his pickle. It's a gothic wedding, she's going as an undead! Black and red and purple = main themes as well as top hats.
I like top hats.
I wonder what her wedding dress looks like!
[private]
Three pounds gone!
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[13 Apr 2008|02:14am] |
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Now I'm hungry. God. Distract. Write. Wake up my little sister. Something.
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[10 Apr 2008|12:42pm] |
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, listen to Iron Maiden baby.
It's so slow today! I can't wait for the weekend. Still the same problem.
Luke's flirting at the door with two ladies who have titty tatts. A naked devil lady on one with a heart background and the other one I can't tell because they're sagging and the vinyl isn't helping.
Gravity.
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[07 Apr 2008|04:09pm] |
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I gained a pound. A pound! How did I gain a pound? I was so careful this week. I swear I can feel it rolling around on my stomach.
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I'm horny.
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[27 Mar 2008|07:51pm] |
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Are they going to be having funerals for these girls? I feel like we should do a memorial or something. After all we're all connected in a weird way.
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[07 Mar 2008|11:55pm] |
So it was me, Luke and Dan this morning and a girl came into the store with her ear all bandaged up saying she was having a problem with her gauges, she wasn't a previous customer but the place she normally went to wasn't opened so she came to us anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaay apparently she went from a 2g to a 00g without the dude who pierced her to advise her on it.
She tore her ear and instead of coming right back she waited to see if it would heal and it was all swollen and nasty and it smelled so bad. She was yelling at me because the guy from the shop she went to didn't warn her of the risks. Excuse me, do I look like an overweight guy named Buck?
Dan got what of the puss he could out and cleaned it but he reccomended she go back and downsize because the extent of her tear could result in a blow out and those are just gross. Why do people insist on blow outs? Plus the girl was a tourist from some rural community in Iowa, uh, I don't think she'll get proper treatment there so good luck with that adventure. Luke was trying not to laugh the entire time.
Too bad the new guy didn't get to see it, I wonder if he has a weak stomach. Well Eli, do you?
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[29 Feb 2008|11:41pm] |
I don't think our yard needs anymore pink, plastic flamingos. Twelve is enough. Along with a giant glass ball on a cone. Now an angry little yard gnome? That's win my friends. Win.
We got a new guy at work. He seems cool. Hope he doesn't mind the random screaming that will emerge from the back room from time to time. Needles can do that.
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