AHHH, it looks like "totally starkers" is winning in the Captain Atom poll
. :D Of course, this is because I
voted for "totally starkers." But he is! Look! No neckline! The absence of genitalia is the only boggling factor, but he is a being of nuclear energy or whatever, so I'm not entirely sure he possesses genitalia anyway.
Oh, Captain Atom, you dirty, dirty boy.
I have not voted on Mister Miracle's poll because honestly, his mask frustrates me that badly. Ironically no one has voted for the most correct answer (New Genesis crap), although one could argue that the third option is equally correct and here I go again. I'm not ruling out "Mexican wrestler," however. Perhaps that is part of the torture that exists on Apokolips--forced servitude as a sweaty, brightly-colored wrestler. Shiny spandex--oh, the humanity!
At work today, I think I met the love of my life. I also (maybe) broke the third register--it totally froze up and the store couldn't close and it's "corrupted," so it tells me, and OH I THINK IT'S MY FAULT. And I also pissed off this stupid whorebitch--HEY WHOREBITCH, look, there is only one of me and Theresa is off doing God knows what and did it really look like I wanted to show this woman EVERY SINGLE BABY-RELATED BOOK IN THE STORE? She just said "books" and "baby" and wtf is that supposed to mean? Books FOR babies? ABOUT babies? FEATURING babies? WRITTEN BY BABIES?? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, OKAY, so I kept telling her to GO TO BARNES AND FUCKING NOBLE but SHE NO LISTEN! MAYBE you could have approached me and said, "I'd like to be rung up now, please," and at least then I could have extricated myself from the metaphorical grasps of this apparently illiterate and/or stupid woman, BUT NO, you have to sit there and make stupid faces at me and make snide remarks to the dude behind you DON'T THINK I DIDN'T HEAR YOU and thank God he was very, very nice because it sort of decreased my feelings of WANT TO KILL YOU.
I hate working on Sundays.
Let me reiterate: I HATE WORKING ON SUNDAYS.
I think I am in the wrong line of work.
So in the past four days, I have been on my feet for at least 25 hours, which doesn't seem like a whole lot, but Friday through today have been seven-consecutive-hour days. AND I had to stay late tonight because of the aforementioned busted register and then the carpet cleaners. And my feet are falling off and I want to take them off and throw them at people.
AND AND my shoulders are peeling, and do you know how hard it is to look at your shoulders so you can see where you're peeling? My eyes are all crosseyed and I'm still itching, dead skin everywhere. :D
But anyway, about this cute boy, he and his Mum came in at like 5 minutes to closing and I waited by the door while Theresa rung them up. They were in a hurry (closing!), so Theresa told her she'd sign the woman up for a Gold Crown Card the next time she came in, and woman said that she probably wouldn't be back in a while, but he
(aforementioned cute boy) would, and then I let them out and smiled and AHH.
He's probably gay. ;_____;
Or he probably thinks, "What the hey, this girl is weird and why is her nose all red and splotchy?" It's because I'm peeeeeeeeling. I can't help it.
Or maybe I am completely insecure.
But hopefully he will come in again, and hopefully none of the above is true (excluding the latter, because we know that is totally true).
And to prove I am done bitching, I watched two more JLU episodes and FIRE&ICE CAMEOS up the wazoo. Can they have speaking parts, please? ;_; That's not bitching. That is a polite request. :D
If anyone (coughsamcough) would like to hook me up with the episode "The Greatest Story Never Told," I would just die. In a good way.
Okay, I swear this entry is over.