hi, sunshine.

Oh! I have a good story for you:

This guy rolls in all wearing a fucking la gear tank top and some dumbass baseball cap and sunglasses (see: "I Automatically Hate Anyone Who Wears These Things: Tank Top, Sunglasses, Baseball Cap" by Elizabeth Renew, February 2008). He's giving me this "Uggh I'm in a hurry 'cause I parked in the red" like it's my fault or I should care or something, and so I do exactly what you would do: move extra slowly and make a lot of mistakes. Finally he's like, "Ughh I'm late to work now so can you hold on to my receipts for me?" and high-tops his way back to his purple truck or whatever. He doesn't give me his name or nothin' so I tell the girl I work with that some rude guy might come back for his receipt and she says "ok, put a note on it." So I write "hold for douchey american-apparel-looking guy 7/26/08 -elizabeth" on a post-it and stick it on there.

Then the next day I'm just workin' and this dude is looking at me with this obnoxious grin and he goes, "Hey Elizabeth. That was a nice note, by the way."

What??

Oh. Shit.

Anyway, I'm tired of telling that story now. Yesterday was my day off and I was sitting on the bookstore stairs with some sweet bookstore cats and everything smelled like old books and coffee, and sometimes life is the best. I bought so many books after that.
Uh, something else I forgot, and then Hannah was telling me all about how her friend has panic attacks because he used to do a lot of ecstasy and also now he's kind of nuts in general, uh, and I lost my train of thought.