I find it strange that I’m working at a place that I would otherwise never set foot in. Am I really that desparate? Actually, I am. I have a $200 wishlist that I want to fulfill [plus some other things that I don’t want as much as the others, but still be nice…]

Forever 21. There are three sizes there. Small. Extra small. And barely there. I swear to you I’m not lying. Their ‘large’ is big enough to fit me. 5’0, 98lbs. Of course, I don’t wear crap that’s so tight on me I can’t breathe. But you know what I mean. Ugh.

The customers? Chicks I would never think of talking to. You know. Those ones that wear black clubbing pants, dye their hair yellow even though they’re asian and give you dirty looks when you glance at their boyfriend. Of course, the only reason I was looking at their men was that I was wondering “What the hell is a guy doing in this store?”

Hah. Scary as hell people.

Kim.