Valentine's Day

So, I work in retail.  And boy around all these holidays I get so tired of working in retail.  But for some reason, I am still working in retail.  Yeah I complain about it quite a bit, but I haven't left there yet. Anyway, we sold some various objects for your lover on Valentine's Day. One of which puzzled me very much.  It was a cute little fabric bag. It was sort of sheer red fabric.  That wasn't the perplexing part.  The odd thing was the objects inside the bag.  There were some clear stones that were heart-shaped.  They did not smell.  There were not soap or anything like that.  Just stones in a bag.  Nothing spectacular about them at all!  So what was their point? It took me forever to realize it, but I am proud of myself for doing so. I have decided its for the ghetto cupid.  Ghetto Cupid is too cool to use a bow and arrows.  Besides, who has the money to pay to get archery lessons.  So what do we have to use, stones.. Ghetto cupid throws his heart rock at you and hits you in the head.  You are knocked unconscious, and the first person you see when you awaken is who you will fall in love with.  So yeah, same idea as the regular cupid, but just with a twist.

My word of advice, be careful this Valentine's and future ones.  You never know when ghetto cupid will strike!

Newbie...

Well I have decided to give this a whirl. This was a very tough decision and after long thought and consideration and have decided to create a blog. Now I have blogged before, I would hate to mislead someone.. But I have blogged on myspace. Now blogging there seems to be different. Most of the time I am ranting about something that made me mad. I would like to think there is some good reading material in there from time to time. Believe it or not, I actually have people who subscribe to my blog to make sure they read it. I believe these people really do not have a life, but I am checking into it to make sure. To further prove how nerdy I am, I used to have a live journal. Technically, I think I still do. Maybe this won't end up like the live journal. By the way, an FYI to anyway who stumbles upon this to read, I am sarcastic, very sarcastic. If sarcasm bothers you, well I will probably bother you. If sarcasm is your friend, then hey, you will love me!

This is me, love me, hate me, befriend me... just take me as I am..