Fangs are a lot harder to have than they seem.

Heheh.

You can all open your eyes now. My obligatory once-in-a-blue-moon, immature teenage bitch and angst post is over. I'm still all peeved and whatnot, but I daresay it's time to move on to other things.

Like money.

As in, I have some.

It's the strangest thing. I've worked for almost two weeks straight, without a dime to my ever elusive name, and without a day off. Now all of the sudden I open up my wallet and there's actually something worthwhile to look at.

Woah...

There's a new experience. Heh.

I don't really have anything good to spend it on. Don't have enough for a trenchcoat, or any clothes for that matter (of the black variety, of course). Mostly, I'm sure I'll waste my labor on a shoddy ass video game that I got from Wal-Mart. I suppose one might wonder why I'm not utilizing my discount yet at my Beloved Best Buy.

I don't get it yet. Damn them and having to be employed for a full month before qualifying for it.

Speaking of Best Buy. Heh. In all my times at shopping there, it took me finally being employed there to realize just how creepy it is to actually be in the building. They watch you....and....they know.....they always...know......I find it rather cynically amusing that I managed to actually get hired with my personality. They want painfully friendly, outgoing, and driven people to be their blue clad minions. I'm pretty much the exact opposite, and yet there I am, ugly blue polo and all.

It's fate. I told you.

I think anyway.