tenlittlebullets | (no subject)

So. Had my first day of actual Work today, four hours bagging groceries. It actually didn't suck too bad; I wish I could've gotten a chance to sit down, but it was easy and we only got one asshole at the register I was working. On the other hand, I got so sick of comments about my hair that somewhere in the middle of my shift I started fabricating a long and thrilling tale involving two technicians from Chernobyl and Three Mile Island getting together and having purple-haired children, just so I'd have something better to do than roll my eyes whenever someone said, "So, is that your natural hair color? Haw haw!"

Yes. Yes, that is my natural hair color. I really wish I could do the story justice; it involves radioactive tarantulas, zeppelin chases, Zyklon B, and neurolinguistic hacking. Did I mention that if you got a Geiger counter near me it would probably explode, and that the radiation will probably cause your hair to turn purple too if you eat any of the food I've been bagging for you?

ETA: The essay of absolute crack? Got an A-. HA. Take that, sanity.

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HAHA, Three Mile Island is my excuse for my weirdness!

A-? Fucking awesome! I was wondering how that turned out for ya.

Ye've got spirit. Care to be me cabin boy? First man as asks after yer hair ye can have keelhauled.

This (http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html) is why I sound like a maniac, in case you're wondering.