Sunday morning, during a PINK pantie brand-guide, I sat on the floor with five of my co-workers, sizing, lining up, and ordering panties made mostly for teenage girls. I was mostly quiet all morning, (this happens when you're up before the sun). A new guy, Nate says "Hey Kat, You like my swagger?" My brow furrowed and I looked at the floor, trying to use my deductive reasoning as to what exactly "swagger" was. I decided that whatever it was, I didn't want it. I replied with, "I'm good, thanks." I think he hates me now. I've decided that that was a poor response. I looked up swagger later.
Meanwhile, I met a girl who claims that the ghost of Kurt Cobain lives in her shower.
