"No, asshole. This ain't Walmart. This is Home Damn Depot."

So, how does one know when it's time for therapy? Well, I think the conversation I had with Brett tonight was a good indicator...

Brett: "I was thinking about getting another job, myself. I thought about waiting tables, but I'd love to do something like work at Borders or Blockbuster. Something easy..."

Me: "Yeah..I thought of Blockbuster, but something about it...I don't know, but I just have this feeling that I'd get killed there. I don't know if it's because of "Clerks" or just my fear of death, but I see myself getting shot in a Blockbuster. Maybe it was in another life, I don't know. But what I DO know is that my life is worth a bit more than earning $7 to get my ass killed over a copy of "The Banger Sisters". It just ain't gonna happen!"

Posted by William @ 8/04/2005 12:06:00 AM
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• At 8/04/2005 12:18:11 PM, sheldiz said…

  first of all.... this says you posted this at 9:06pm last night. now, unless you possess the secret power of mind-blogging while doing... um.... other things, then this is impossible. should you possess the power of mind-blogging and did, in fact, use it while doing aforementioned other things... then we've got problems. or rather, you've got problems. =) anyway, you're not going to get killed at blockbuster. who holds up a blockbuster? "give me all the money in the register, a pack of twizzlers, an issue of premiere, and uh let me reserve harry potter. oh, and i ain't paying any late fees. that's what the sign says, fucker!" and i'm not telling people my boyfriend got shot at an f-ing blockbuster. so, yeah, not going to happen. my replies today are getting more and more belligerent... maybe i'll let of some steam by robbing a blockbuster...

   

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