So I work in a Grocery Store

Whoa, I’m pretty sure you have stumbled upon this corner of the internet by pure accident. Don’t worry I’m apologizing right now, and I am sorry that you are reading this agonizing section of words. But fear not, this is the internet and you can always just hit that little back button, or my personal favourite the X button and BAM GONE FOR GOOD. If you are an ACTUAL visitor, then read on my friend.

For the locals who know the drill, yes the look has changed a bit, being somewhat of a web guy I do enjoy to change things up from time to time, and as much as I enjoy a default theme, some things have got to change. Change is good, right? Maybe the best change will be the ads located at the bottom of the page (out of harms way, unless you want to look at previous posts in the archive!! haw haw).

What does this all mean?

Probably nothing really, just me pretending to update my writing. But ahh who knows, summer always brings out the best in us!

I figure I’m more of a vocal storyteller and I get too ancy in the ol pantsys to write out a very descriptive story and it can really ruin the punchline of a story, so I think I will be throwing down some podcasts soon.

If you really don’t understand what a podcast is, its pretty much someone talking to a microphone/themselves for a good long while. Regardless, this isn’t anything new to me. I’ve been doing Vocal News over on the site that hosts SiwiagS for a good two years and those are so bad and cheesebally I figure they will fit this website well too.

I’m very amused by children that are with their parents when they come to the store. Although they are slightly cute, they are very deranged creatures, I’m not even going to lie about it. For example today, a small child of 2 or 3 was shouting DOODY DOODY over and over again. Me, having no personal children experience I usually have no fucking clue as to what kids are rambling about so I kept it to myself and just kept it to a giggle inside my head. I figured the mother caught the confused/amused look on my face and she smiled and I looked and said “uh.. is he really saying doody?” she laughed and said yes. I don’t really understand where these kids pick up these things.

Another instance was the other night when another kid around the same age group was talking to me about GOD KNOWS what but then when he was leaving I did the whole “im waving to a little kid and i look like a fucking retard” wave and I turned to help the next customer who promptly said “I think hes blowing you a kiss.” I turn back around and god damn it, he sure was.

Whats gotten into kids these days?

I’ve always wanted to do “Albies: The Musical”
Scrubs, The Musical

Pretty sure, it would be amazing