Working at Hallmark makes me:
1. Sing to Michael Bolton (&other crap music)
2. Hate children (generally I like them)
3. Lose the little faith I have in humanity
4. Steal candy
5. Realize how many Europeans are in Maryland & ways of finding them
(and I'm sure the list would go on, but I can't think of anything else)
Honestly it's just sad, but it's work so I suck it up. It does give me a kind of sick pleasure when I tell the kids that the only Webkinz we have are in the front of the store. Get it where you can, eh?
Besides work, things have been good I guess. I'm just kind of going through the motions really.
Something big needs to happen to throw me back into the groove of things.
I need to find paper so I can write letters to my penpals. I know there's tons of paper in my house, but I'm too lazy to find it. Hm there actually might be some behind my bed.
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