Anti-burger flipping and chihuahuas

I went on a bit of a spending spree and feel guilty. However, I might have redeemed myself by tossing out about fifteen resumes into various places in the retail center of my city. Hopefully someone calls me back for an interview. I hate the fact that I will probably end up working in a mall of retail evil and idling middle schoolers who think they're cool, but that's where most potential employment lies closest to my house. My other option is burger flipping, which considering my friend Katie's experience in that area (aka, working with people on acid precariously in a MacDonald's kitchen), I think I will avoid such things like the plague.

While I was on my resume tossing expedition, there was a middle aged lady standing in front of me carrying chihuahua under her arm in line at Winner's. That in itself was a little strange, but what completed the picture was that the dog's tongue was perpetually hanging out of the side of it's mouth. Like, it's mouth was closed but its big pink tongue was awkwardly protruding from the side. A lady in line decided to make conversation with the chihuahua-carrying woman: "Does it's tongue always stick out like that?" She replied,"Well, you see, she doesn't have very many teeth . . ."

What a sad life that poor toothless chihuahua with the awkward protruding tongue must lead, taken shopping under the arm of a middle aged lady. Thankfully, I contained myself and didn't awkwardly crack up.

I appreciate the crazy people of my city. I should make a documentary.
Love,
-J-