I hate my job I hate the people and the people that come in there they are such a mess some people dont know how to carry themselves and how to respect theirselves its really rediculous. Today people everybody wanted to try on a million and one wigs but didn't want to buy any. I think I have came to the conclusion that if you can't find one wig that look descent on you then you might not be all that attractive. But on another note some young black people need to know what is exceptable in public please do not come into a store cursing at your girlfriend because she has nappy hair and wants you to buy her weave and ladies please do not act like this is okay and laugh when he calls you out of your name because it's not. While I was there I was debating what to wear to Ashy's party which turned out just to be a dress and some heels while everybody else (except Ashy) whore pants ugh. The time we spent together was good smiles. I think this topped off my day.
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