thoughts at work

[audio] in our bedroom after the war//stars

here is a list of criteria necessary to qualify at a status level of 'get the fuck away.' (as decided by an adolescence in retail services)

if you have a cute cartoon creature tattooed on your body, get the fuck away.
if you have a child younger than say, 13, that you can't control, get the fuck away.
if you are a customer that refuses to listen to my explanations (and then proceeds to ask me the same question eighteen times. oh wait. nineteen), get the fuck away.
if you are traveling in a group of more than 5 people - 5 loud people - get the fuck away.
if you think you're funny, trust me you're not. get the fuck away.
if you have composed a serious sentence using the word 'bro,' get the fuck away.
if you insist on talking to people while on your cellphone, get the fuck away.
if you are hosting a sports team tournament, sleep over, or birthday party, get the fuck away.
if you legitimately find 'how much this is?' to be a real question, get the fuck away.
if you have any mass number of sequins or rhinestones on your clothing, you're probably annoying. get the fuck away.
if you are in the mall daily - without holding a job in it - get the fuck away.
and finally, if you're just killing time before a movie - get the fuck away.