*looks around shifty-eyed*
13 December 2004-11:34 p.m.
*Takes out diaryland diary, shakes dust off. A few moths fly off*
I have been neglecting you dear diaryland. I have been seduced by livejournal. Yes I admit it, I have.
Since I last wrote in here, I've moved to Augusta, gotten a job at a bookstore, and broken two computers, not in that order. Most of my exploits have been documented for the online public.
I'm learning that life in a bookstore is remarkably like life in a library. The same sections get messed up, the same crazy people call and want insane things. I admit that I might think to call the reference desk to ask for anything from phone numbers to song lyrics, but I would never call Big Bookstore to ask what the name of the local Hallmark is. Who thinks this way? Clearly these people need medication. I always tell them to call their local library. Is that mean? I guess it is, since I giggle the giggle of an evil woman afterward. It sounds like this. heeheeeheehheeeheeehheeee