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Tuesday, November 03, 2009 || 11:38 pm


*sneeze*

Today, is such a cold day. It was so cold, I had to dig up my winter coats and all. . . . . . LOL are you fucking kidding me? Today was more than 35 degrees. That's hotter than an average Summer day in Aussieland. I think :) Okay, so i'm materialising my own little bureau of statitistics now. Eww, statistics. That's what I really should be doing.

Work was lame. I was serving this old lady customer, and I scanned her items. I tell her the total she needed to pay, and I was pretty hesitant too because it didn't seem right. But anyways, after i tell her the total, she stands in front of my counter and taps on the counter, shaking her head - *insert wog accent* "no no no, you got it alllll wrong". I was like yeah, it doesn't look right, and she keeps going on with the "you better check" like i was going to jipp her or something. I was already annoyed, with the heat and all the vacuuming. Makes my eyes cry.

Somebody fucking changed the computer clock 40 minutes faster, so at about 8:10pm i was like "can i start closinggg?" ... i looked like the biggest douche :( Some curry lady came in and was like "hey do you have any pregnancy tests?" and then i led her to the 'family planning' shelf, and lol i was trying to explain each test but ... i have no knowledge about them so i was just babbling. Then she asked me for hair removal cream, and ugh. The point is, she was annoying for asking too many questions. :(

I'm a fat bitch. And i'm going to fail uni. I fucking hate statistics, and i fucking hate hypothesis testing. Hmm okay :)

Its mu'fucking hot todaaaay :( kill my life.

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