THE POPE DIED! (thank fucking god)

really I am glad the Pope died because, I mean, what good to he ever bring to the world?

Today I worked. It was long. I was closing up my little kiosk when I women approached and asked if she could still look around and maybe buy something. I said okay because I hadnt closed the register and so I stood and waited. and waited some more. and she looked around, flipped through some butterfly books, tried on a visor, fucking pussy footed around while I stood and waited to close. The bitch fucking browsed for like ten minutes and then bought nothing. and she didnt say “hey, thanks for staying open so I could look at the junk” and she didnt even say “thanks” she just walked away.

The register today was 50 cents short which means one of two things

1. I am bad at math
2. I bought a soda from the soda guy across the way

you decide.

Other notable stuff:

whores like ice cream. and sex.

I watched the national cheerleading and dance competions on espn today. the university of minnosota kicked ass.

there is a cake song and it goes

wheeeeeels keep on spinnning round sppppinnning round again

how genius.

I don’t really feel like writing in thee teen open diary right now buuuut the key are tip tap tapping and I am, you know, drunk or something.

but I’m not drunk. if I was, I wouldnt be this bored. There was a point not long ago before I moved to the PHX when I used to get drunk and write tee oh dee entries and they would be incoherent and I would be like “thanok god forthe backsopace k ey!”