The other day when I was at the Arizona Mills one of those kids trying to see magazines tried to get me to buy. Let me tell you this. Everytime a guy is doing this he tries to hit on me. They always say you can come with me on my trip. So of course I act like a bitch, cause I don't buy this and I can't buy any magazines. The one time I bought some I never got the damn magazine. Anyway, this guy was like you can get something for you boyfriend or something. I was like no.

Then he said that I must be in a serious relationship or just broke up from one. Ha ha. What that hell makes you think that? Is is the fact that I'm make get the hell away from me faces or what? I don't know, but I honestly hate these people. Hell they are good talkers. I wish I was that good, but just cause I'm in a damn mall does not me I have money. I was there to buy some damn proactiv, so what if I ended up buy the coffee mug from the disney store I've been wanted for a month.

I told him I didn't have money. He was like then why are you at the mall. I said me being at the mall and having no money is why I have no money. In other words I have less than no money, but actually I could of probably bought a magazine, but you never get the damn things.

So all in all it was a waste of his time and mine. At one point he started rambling of that he was a cancer and 23 and stuff and I was like you've got to be kidding me. Just cause I said there was no boyfriend to buy a magazine for doesn't mean I want you. I don't want a damn boyfriend that tries to sell magazines that no one will actually get. You dude are a sucker for doing that job and I would be a sucker do buy. Fortunately as I was telling him I was broke my dad called me. It is at moments like that which make me love cell phones.

blueberi posted at 12:41 PM