peanut butter toast and american bandstand.

it was 100 degrees at work today.

a customer threw a pen at my chest and then i watched in calculated silence as he forgot his faux black leather fannypack next to the register. i planned on throwing it down the street at it him - the open zippers flailing and sizzling in the heat waves - but no. i hid it instead.

i am addicted to the new low boxset. they cover a journey song for christsakes.