Don't ever become a balding, fat, old man who hits on younger girls (it's gross)

I like my job, but I don't always like the things that I have to put up with. Men need to come up with better lines when they want to hit on a girl. "Does this company only hire pretty girls" and "I'm having a good day now that I got such a pleasant greeting" are not good. Also, don't call me sweetheart, doll, darlin', etc. unless you are a little old lady. That's the only time that it's cute. No, you calling me doll will not make me want to have sex with you or get you a discount on your videogames. I have to admit that these things would be easier to put up with if they weren't coming from middle-aged men who are in the store with their kids. Another thing, do not lean in so close that you are touching me. The controller does not need to be examined that closely, and your wedding ring may not mean much to you, but it does mean something to me. Finally, do not walk into the store with a woman who is bigger and more intimidating than I am and then compliment what I am wearing. I don't care who she is. I don't want to get my ass kicked for a guy I'm not even interested in.

Okay, now I'm done. Apparently, I'm more annoyed than I realized. If I really cared, though, then I would dress more appropriately for work. So, I'll stop now.

Nothing important to say...ever

So, my life is relatively boring right now. I got up at 4:45 this morning to go out to breakfast with my mom. I told her that she is never allowed to say that I don't love her. I don't have to work until 3pm. If that isn't love, then I don't know what is.
The source of my excitement right now is that I get to go shoot balls of paint at people in a few weeks. I actually went to that lovely store (the one that has the chaps) to buy camouflage pants. I don't really know what I was thinking when I decided to do that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. All of those weapons kind of scare me. That, combined with the most anti-social employees I've ever come into contact with, is just asking for trouble.