Motha Fucking Tree Stars Bitch! Whaaa?

You would think working in a bookshop would make me more high-minded. It does not. Sure we have a Philosophy section tucked away in the farthest corner of the store next to Shakespeare and Poetry, but we don't really use them. At least our customers who aren't attending public school don't. They want Karen Kingsbury, Karen Kingbury, KAREN MOTHA' FUCKING KINGSBURY!!!! "Trickle up Poverty" and Glen Beck. The magazines I pick up are usually "Us," "People," "Star," and "InTouch" which has the super sweet price of $2.99. It's cheaper than pot and it kills more brain cells.

Today I learned Demi Lovato is a cutter and has an eating disorder. She also punched one of her back-up dancers in the face. In the face! Actually I think I kind of I like her now. She was never as cute as Selena Gomez but at least now she's skinny and kind of a bad ass. So rock n' roll.

Other things I thought of today:

I'm tired of waiting for my hair to grow out. The constant visual reminder of that mistake grows tireder.

Is there any other experience other than the good time that's worth having and will happen in the next 5-10 business days?

Why do all my lists bore the crap out of me? And why do I continue to keep making them?

Must buy skull. See also dagger, repeat.

There are people out there who think they're real vampires. I aspire to be that delusional. Commit to something.