puffy avec buffy

i was supposed to be introduced to buffy a while ago, but it hadn't happened until now. blake was determined to have me see it, and so we started with an episode midway through third season-- the one where there was an alternate dimension where willow was a hot gay vampire (prophethic, eh fans?). a pleasant introduction. since, i've seen a few more episdodes. another tv show cracked, yet i've still not seen many of the top-rated shows, and for that i feel somewhat pure. i am slightly in the buffy-know. it's pretty enjoyable, but tv is tiring. i ate popcorn and am puffy avec buffy.

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work was fast-paced and not terribly fulfilling. it would've been had the fine young girl (newly diagnosed with celiac disease) and her mother (who walked into the store having done zero research) been anymore grateful. i could have recommended spelt bread and thrown the girl into a fucking badspell, but no-- i ignored say eighty perfectly curious and deserving vitamins customers and spent an hour shopping for this ungrateful family for a distracted, lame little thanks here and there, no long and drawn out thank you that made painted me a hero. this is absolutely necessary. i work for low pay. we're not allowed to accept gratuities. thank me until i blush. this is what i need.

and so i guess honesty usually wins. it may be as uncomfortable as being hung upside down from a hospital bed for ten minutes, wrapped in blankets, slapped numerous times and then prodded with needles for a half hour (true story), but i guess it's worth it. i can only swear with a pen and paper for so long before i start looking obviously pained. so there you are, whether you liked to hear it or not. i told you what you knew anyway. it's not that big of a deal, but now-- do with it what you will, and hopefully you will do something. honesty often wins-- try it sometime. i feel better, even in just making someone feel uncomfortable for a minute. nothing personal.