Naive and innocent-looking as I am, I frequently become the target of pesky people lining the highstreet who try and push me to buy insurance, a day of paintballing and a makeover. Only last week during my lunch break, as soon as I left the library I was affronted my a guy trying to sell me a promotional beauty offer from a new salon. Unable to display rudeness (which is a great asset in modern day living), I stayed to listen to his spiel, instead of walking away. Needless to say, after 25 minutes of him alternating between flirting and telling me that I have acne, I was sufficiently flustered enough to pay out £55. Yup, I'm a pushover. But he was a great con-artist though.
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Petty Crime
@ 2007-08-11 – 19:44:49
(um this is entirely fictional of course)
I never knew the world of petty crime could be so exhilarating. As long as you act casually enough, the world is your oyster. You can just pick things off shelves and walk right out of the shop - why is it so easy? Today, after struggling through the boredom of working in a public library, i made up some shoplifting games for myself e.g. see how much i can steal within the space of 15 minutes. I think this may be a burgeoning obsession; the road to becoming a kleptomaniac lies ahead.
After stealing all the make-up i could possibly need, my lunch, and Hello Kitty notebooks, I walked home in a little reverie. It made me forget entirely about my upcoming date with the love of my life - an eco-friendly vegetarian with a love for politics. I wonder what he would think of my shopping spree? Maybe my conscience is starting to catch up with me. Until then, I have a new hobby to amuse myself with.