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i told her that i wouldn't post in this. did i tell her? i told her.


so, um, my life is really exciting. by which i mean...not at all really. had some of the stupidest customers on earth today:
-"hi, i'm looking for that shirt except in purple with a hood and no sleeves?" that would be an entirely different shirt, sir, and the reason you're looking for it is because we don't have it. i suggest etsy.

-"hi, i need spacers for my ears" "which ones?" "uh, the clear ones?" "no, what gauge are your piercings?" " i don't have gauged ears." "what SIZE was the needle?" "...normal?" fail.

but, i picked up ( ) by sigur ros with my discount, which makes me happy because my old copy got broken a while back and i haven't had the money to get a new one.

july 4th is coming up, which means a giant italian dinner in the north end with the rossi part of the family on the actual fourth (and sitting on the roof for fireworks watching - probably the best view will be kids in the street trying to kill themselves, facepalm) and then a barbecue with the atley half on the weekend. my family: you know you're loved if your stomach explodes.

might be bringing monday to the rossi get-together. some of the rossis know just like some of the atleys do, but nonna doesn't and neither do a couple of devoutly catholic we're-republican-mostly-because-democrats-eat-unborn-babies type uncles and aunts. and my mom keeps going, "hush, don't give your grandmother a heart attack," and that's really not what i need. fuck it, probably will drag her along anyway just for the roof fireworks and making her play street hockey with marc and luca and having a reason to avoid people.

anyway. that's about it.