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This is the home of Justine's crazy and sometimes amusing ramblings.

Wednesday, April 17, 2002
And this one....


What's Your Style? Find out @ She's Crafty


posted by Justine 1:54 PM
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I can't help it, I'm addicted to these quizzes, now that I have a place to put my cool results. And going with the whole Popstar thing I present.....


You’re Pink! You’re not afraid to be different, and you’re more than willing to go your own way. You’re quite the dare devil, and quite outspoken. Sure you’re not the best, but that’s okay! You’ve been through lots of struggles to get where you are right now, and you’re quite content with how you’re life’s been going. You’re known to cause a little mischief, but that’s all in good fun.

What Kind of Pop Princess Are You? Quiz by Jonah


posted by Justine 1:43 PM
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Tuesday, April 16, 2002
So, I'm in a pop group, which I'm sure I already mentioned, but it's soooo cool!!!! We got our photos back from our very fun photo shoot. We all look hella sexy! I look pretty good in most of them too! I'm so happy. We look like total popstars. Remember the Spice Girls? We look like super versions of them. Very fun and sexy. I'll try and post one on here as soon as I get a hold of a copy or two, just so everyone can see the popstar-ness that is me and G-Force. Hee hee.


posted by Justine 2:24 PM
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Wow, looking back at my last post, I was very much in love with the f-word. I don't see the need of using it any more for this week. Mom will be happy.


posted by Justine 2:20 PM
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Grrr!!!!! I am so pissed off right now, I don't care if I gave the address of this site to my parents and younger cousin! Fuck! My stupid fucking purse broke the other nite and stupid fucking Bentley won't do anything about it! Granted, when I went in yesterday, I did not have a reciept. I lost it or threw it out, mostly because I was not forseeing problems with my, at the time, shiny, wonderful new purse. That purse was/is the sweetest purse. It fits all my stuff and is not too heavy and looks cool. Perfect. But I was crossing the street and it just snapped! The strap popped out of it's little mooring or whatever and my bag hits the wet pavement. As I'm crossing a street. I mean, Fuck! It's not like I was playing tug-of-war or using it to secure ocean liners. I was being a girl, which means carrying a lot of crap over one shoulder.

Anyway, I go to Bentley, dolled up, 'cause I don't get to wear my kind of clothes at work so I wear them out to the mall. So, I look hot and I explain to the guy what happened and I say I don't have a reciept and he says, 'Well, it's used'. I go, 'duh, that's how it broke!' And he's all 'We don't do exchanges or refunds on used merchandise'. So I'm pissed. I consider throwing a tantrum right there in the mall, but reconsider. I look at him like he just spit on my honor(or something equally bad) and say something about can't he do anything? He looks at me and goes no. So I look at him like he's the most vile piece of crap to ever walk the earth and go 'Fine'. I flash him an obviously fake smile and stalk out, looking like I should be trailing fire, death and destruction in my wake. I must have had a really frightening look on my face, 'cause people were backing off as I passed them.

But I don't get it. I work at a kids store where the customer is the most important person in the room. We do everything in our power to make sure the shopper is happy, even if it means sewing up a tear or replacing an item. But noooo, Bentley is one of those stores who's like 'Hah, we've got your money, now get the hell out.' Stupid fucking Bentley.


posted by Justine 12:16 AM
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