One of those Cliché LiveJournals.

I was driving to walmart to get some soda pop.

I decided to get some flip flops.

Other things that we needed for the Fourth of July. Not a lot of stuff.

Ended up being $55.40. That is like cocaine money to me.

I was all, "DANG!" And I had to pay for it!

I was sad.

But whatever.

This is really just a reminder to make sure that I put this in my check book thingy...

Whatelse.

Oh, at work today I said something:

Casey: It smells like poo back here.
Tj: How do you know what poo smells like?
Casey: Did you just ask me how they make Pooh Bear?
Tj: What?
Casey: I'm pretty sure with cotton and stuffing.

It was funny. I called my manager a alien because she is just to cool to be human.

My room is still looking like a bomb hit it. And I'm tired. So I am going to go to sleep.