go check out this weeks writing assignments. http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/
wow I didn't really fit any of the prompts this week. But I'm used to not fitting the mold. I don't have a significant other so that one was out. I can't think of any bad encounters with a professor. And I'm not one for poems. So that leaves stealing. after brainstorming with kitty ( http://norwegianrefugee.blogspot.com/ ) last night about all the times we stole stuff from Claire's i still couldn't come up with anything. I remember doing it but it didn't leave that much of an impression on me. I could write about the time that Darice (http://cavedweller1019.blogspot.com/ ) and Tara and i circled the mini golf place in Grove city before going back to steal all the letter off the sign, however Tara was the only one that got out of the car. Darcie was the get-a-way driver so she wasn't getting out, i opened my door but wimped out. I left Tara high and dry to get the letters on her own. Or the time Kitty and my ex stole the "Laundry in the Rear" sign in Slippery Rock. I've been a "party" to many thefts. but haven't done any of my own. Aside from the cheap barrettes from Clair's. I don't even wear barrettes. I don't pay for shit that falls apart. then i remembered I was a little thief.
in high school i worked at Weis Markets. that job was a bore. aside from the great friends i made there the job was a real snooze fest. so what do a bunch of high school kids do hen they are bored? Break stuff, steal stuff and throw things. When i worked in the grocery store we STOLE stuff all the time. i didn't even really think of it as stealing, it was more supplementing my income. We stole lame stuff, if that makes it OK. Sodas, drinks, apples, soup, and fun stuff like that. I would make my nightly break trip back to the salad bar where i would get myself a cup of whatever the soup was that day, grab an apple out of the produce department and have my friend who worked in the cooler section bring me a tea. I didn't think of it as being a bad thing. just something we did. Or when i worked at the nursing home in the kitchen and would steal snacks. why does it seem all my stealing had to do with food? interesting.