Today was a rough day at work. One of those days where nothing really happens, no one is really mean or really nice, so I have plenty of time to dwell on all the real assholes that have bothered me in the past. So, when I got home tonight I was really pumped about how I’m going to just go bugfuckcrazy on someone someday, then I smelled incense burning in one of my neighbors apartments which really pisses me off.
And then I thought of this:
In that moment, John Cusack and the genius minds behind High Fidelity succinctly describe my feelings about retail and every terrible person that decides they should come shop in my store.
On that note, High Fidelity is a book, too. And a pretty good one if I remember correctly. It’s been a while since I read it, so it goes on the When-I’m-Out-Of-School-This-Summer-And-Have-Some-Free-Time Reading List.
I will also being doing the Insanity Workout this summer. In my fantasies, I get really tone really fast, but in reality I will probably work out too much, get dehydrated and pass out.
Happy Friday Night!