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So at work tonight when I went to cash out there was a FedEx envelope in the safe, upon which was written, "Happy birthday, [nickname that reveals my last name xD; ]! From Santa." It confused me greatly for like ten whole minutes, before my managers ordered me to open it. And so I did, and three Hannah Montana DVDs fell out.

YOU GUYS.

MY MANAGERS STOLE HANNAH MONTANA DVDS FOR ME.

<3333!!!!

This almost-but-not-quite makes up for scheduling me till 12:45am tonight and then from 11:30am tomorrow morning. ^^;

hahaha, I'm so amused by all of this, because I guess I'm used to hiding my interests for fear of I have no idea what. But revealing my ridiculous love for Hannah Montana has really been paying off spectacularly. xD!! Ahaha well I shouldn't be so crass. I really was touched that they thought to hang onto some DVDs for me. :)

Oh, and one of my co-workers, recently returned from the Disneyland Resort, informed me today that she thinks DCA is better than Disneyland. Wow, talk about an opinion you never hear! xD It made me really happy, though. I personally don't think DCA is as good as Disneyland, but nor do I think it deserves all of the bashing it receives.

hahaha okay I think I'll like this entry better than the rest of you do. xD; My recent lack of postage is due to not having anything to post about, except my vague angst about my lack of plans for the future or, I dunno, how my Sims are doing ... xD;;

You have no idea how much ranting I had actually planned to do on this subject. (A LOT.)

You may have noticed me trying to avoid this subject, but aurora_lime left a comment about it, and so.

Last weekend, the evening showing of Ironman sold out. Completely. There wasn't a seat left to sell. Not long after we called it sold, a father and son came up and asked to buy tickets. I told them it was sold out, completely, not a seat left to sell. The son started making sad faces and the father looked to me and said, "Now you'll have to deal with him."

Uhm, beg pardon? You're his father, it is your responsibility to teach him how to take disappointment gracefully. You are the one raising your children, so don't act like this is the responsibility of some girl you don't even know.

And that, dear readers, is an extraordinarily brief version of my thoughts on the "Miley Cyrus naked back photo business." :)

P.S. Today at work we caught a couple having sex behind the theatre. As in outside, behind the building. On mud and dirty concrete and right nearby a walking path.

The area of town in which I work is a CLASSY, CLASSY place. >_<;