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I Survived 20092009 did horrible shit to a lot of people. But I made it in one piece, and most of my loved ones did as well. Whether you call it God’s Grace or an insane amount of luck, my loved ones and I had it. I have more than enough reason to be thankful. I can carry on with my plans for my wedding, my business, and other shit I intend to accomplish within this lifetime. I just have to stay alive this year and the year after this one. Plus I’ve got these kids. How can I possibly not want to live longer? Red last year
Red this year
Mochi last year
Mochi this year
Connor last year
Connor this year
I survived 2009. I should put that on a shirt. Oh, and this entry has no linking verbs. I am awesome. Doh. I’m the Fly in Your SoupA lot of good things have happened. The good things definitely outnumbered the bad. Pretty Oddity, originally a little sideline I did for fun, now has a physical location in a well-populated area and a fairly decent customer base. We still attend conventions and bazaars every once in a while. There would be the occasional customers from hell. Customers who treat you like crap while they’re buying, and customers who treat you like crap because they can’t afford your stuff. I’ve forgotten about a lot of them. But this lot is by far the worst of them all. I know I haven’t updated in a while, and I probably should write a happy entry. But whatever, I’m currently in no mood to please anyone. A few days ago in one particular convention, three girls flock to Pretty Oddity’s table right when we’re about to pack up. They try on our stuff, and stay there for about half an hour or so, without taking off our merchandise. Then they come across our chokers and ask how much they are. We tell them the price. As with any customer who can’t afford it, they would gasp and complain how expensive it is. And one girl says, “oh I know, how about we make these” and she smirks at me. Like she’s challenging me. Spiting me. I stare at her. She never looks at me again. The girls finally make up their minds, pay for some of the stuff they were wearing, took off the ones they couldn’t afford, and left. I’m not mad at her anymore, because like most pitiful customers who brat out because they can’t afford your stuff, she really isn’t worth the aggravation. But I still would like to dropkick her in the face because it’s fun. |
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