"be cool, honey bunny..."

It's really late. Or. Really early.

Pulp Fiction is on. Again. And I just remembered this customer that came in the store a couple of days ago that sort of reminded me of Ving Rhames (no, it wasn't him) in a black tracksuit with a yellow headband and yellow sneakers with flames who wanted a bible. He then proceeded to tell this girl I work with all about how the antichrist is coming with the next pope. He took about a half an hour debating between two big bibles flipping through pages of Revelations and saying "this is deep, man, deep" over and over, the kind with space for the owners' geneological information at the front, then picked...and realized he'd "left his wallet" at home. Or on the bus. Or something. And he left.

I'm still awake because John and I are cramming for the written test we hope to take tomorrow at the DMV. Because the time has come for us to finally become legal in the state of California. It's frightening from almost every angle...not the least of which being that we'll probably have to pay a small fortune for said legalization.

If you're in the mood for browsing products with hypercolor and gratituitous flowers, you might be interested to know that there are new items in the store.