I worked with E today (I can’t remember if I used her real name elsewhere or not, but from now on, she’s E), and the similarities between us are just scary now.

She had her hair cut short for high school (although she chose to do that, her mother didn’t shave it all off), her mother is on a disability pension, her boyfriend would kill her if she cut her hair, and her boyfriend W used to have hair down to his ass (just like my boyfriend, back when he was a hippie-goth and not a preppy-goth).

Those are only some of the trippy coincidences. Everytime we work together there’s something else that has us saying, “Oh. My. God. Me, too! Trippy.” It’s rather cool, in a freaky, are-you-stalking-me kind of way.

Moving along. Finally, my customers have given me another important insight into my future. I had to give $10.10 in change twice tonight. Do you know how rare that is?Very rare. So rare that I had to use italics to emphasise it. So you know that shit is rare. *cough* Also, a customer returned Ratatouille and Evan Almighty; the very next customer I served was borrowing Ratatouille and Evan Almighty. I know.

It can mean only one thing: I am going to find myself repeating something over the next couple of days. Possibly two different things, possibly the same thing twice. Once again, my customers have successfully channeled my future and given me a glimpse as to when I’m going to make a fool of myself next! Thanks, guys. I owe you one.

I joined another social bookmarking site. Diigo. Because del.icio.us isn’t pretty enough, Ma.gnolia is slow as heck and still buggy, and Simpy is so basic it’s unusable. If only Google would make a social bookmarking site similar to Gmail; then I wouldn’t have to endure this trauma and suffering and terrible, terrible pain.

Okay, I’m done using italics and being dramatic now. Goodnight, everyone.