Back at work.

I don't feel like saying much. I'm mad. I wanted to buy a digital camera and a picture printer yesterday, and ended up going head up with this evil sales-heffa who didn't want to sell me a damn camera. I don't understand hoes. I mean, I do realize the set up I was about to buy cost the equivalent of her whole 2 week minimum wage ass salary before taxes. But damn. I ain't spending your check heffa, I'm spending part of mine. Sell me the damn camera and kick rocks. It just can't be that easy though. Its never that easy for me. So I'm not happy today. I have no camera... again. Junior had to pretty much carry me out of the store because the manager wouldn't come out. I was about to throw a fit. Circuit City and Good Guys were all out of cameras. And I have no idea when I'll get another day off to waste kickin it with my sister and brother. Booo on that bitch and on Best Buy. That place was built on the foundations of Hell, and lucifer is the damn CEO. The employees are his minions, set out to harass the most beautiful and sexy (in other words, ME). Raggedy ass store. Ruined my day. I am happy to report that the homie Henry is back. I will link you soon homie. Welcome back. Man, to hell with work and everything. I'm mad. So I'm gonna throw tantrum in the most passive-aggressive way (thus ensuring I keep my sexy job. I may be mad, but I ain't stupid.) I ain't writing no more. I'm gonna sit here, not do shit, and wait for someone to come in so I can scowl at them and laugh as they slither back out the door. Hah. The wrath is back. I'm out.