Long time

• Drawing projects soon.
• Bike shopping soon.

I'm now a bartender. Forget the bitching and complaining in the previous posts about that ice-cream job. I wouldn't get these kind of tips at Ben & Jerry's. I know that makes me sound like a dancer at a gentlemens club, but let me assure you that I have no rhythm.

shvtvpcvnt.tumblr.com

Updated almost everyday.

Two things.

1. Finished Madame Bovary last night and I think Gustave Flaubert gets a pat on the back. Ah, Madame Bovary. So beautiful and bored. Many times I wanted you to crawl out of the book and have a stiff drink with me.

2. Heres one of my favourite photos of the late Dash Snow:

No you son of a bitch, you aren't.

Improper use of 'amirite?'. Play on words? I see none of it. I shouldn't care too much about this, but my PMS says otherwise.

iamneurotic.com

I think I might have gone overboard with submissions, but this is sort of a weight off my shoulders.

I am slightly neurotic.

I have little compulsions and routines that I must go through (which I may have already mentioned) in order to survive. This site says that I am not alone. There are other slightly neurotic people out there that also care about where the open side of their pillow is facing.

Also, the pictures of myself at the start of each post isn't one of my neuroses. This blog is a vanity project and I just want the whole world to see my delicate, well-crafted face.

So, i'm pretty sure i'm crossed off the organ donor list

Get a load of that beatiful swan.
I think I just drank my body weight in alcohol. It's a tough life i'm living.

Also, on the 27th of September I said:

"I've started reading Madame Bovary and i'm starting to get into reading and after the first page i've already decided on the next book to read"

1. What the hell? that entire sentence doesn't sound right.
2. What was that book I was so keen on reading right after? God damn it.

I'm a little ill, but it's something to do

Coughing schedule, phlegm removal, sniffles every few seconds. My day is booked.

It's been confirmed that I do not have the ice-cream job and I felt a little pang of disappointment, but i'm more relieved than upset. It's like a stab in the back, but it's no big deal i'll just slap a band-aid on it. I'll have more time to draw and I can find a job closer to home.

Here are some happy people.

Albatross fan club.

This year was a little more off than the previous ones. 2009 is the cuntiest of all years.

1. I spent most of my year finding a job. I've been told I have this job at this ice-cream joint but it's been on and off. Who would have thought that obtaining employment at an ice-cream store would be this fucking tiring or would take this fucking long? This is serious business. It takes serious delegating, board meetings with tea & coffee and circle jerks to decide who gets this job. You realise that it's scooping ice-cream, right? You fucking sheister bastards.

2. I'm slowly forgetting Event Management and i'm considering flicking through my books and folders to freshen up.

3. Due to the amount of time on my hands, I have drawn a lot more. I'm proud of the scribbles i've done this year and how my style has changed. I've even given my drawings a home.

4. Sticking to one hairstyle this year isn't that bad. I've whined about everything about hair but playing it safe is just as chic.

5. As much as I don't want to mention it, it's been pretty lonely. Wallflowers have gotten more action.

6. Maybe i'm 8 years too late, but i've actually started wearing more make-up. It's fun, you asshole.

7. Didn't read as much as last year. The disappointment is there, but i'm too fucked over with everything else to even make an effort. Maybe next year. Fuck.

8. I'm finding it harder to blog when I spend most of my days lurking vile parts of the internet or watching Murder, She Wrote. Sometimes I think I just want a job just so I can have something to write about, but then I realise that isn't the reason, I just want a lot of money.

9. Oh yeah, I won that award.

10. My year has been kind of boring which is why I don't even have a 10th point for this post. I can't believe I initially wanted to do 20 of these. Fuck. Maybe next year.

There have been highlights and good times, but I don't want to add them in because I wanted this to sound super bitter and whiny.

Moar thangs.

31. I love the burn of Listerine.
32. I look forward to brushing my teeth.
33. I look at my teeth everyday.
34. I will watch scenes from different movies throughout the day.
35. I dress up in the middle of the night.
36. Sometimes I like it when I look tired.
37. I still miss that anchor necklace.
38. Sometimes I want a younger brother.
39. I twirl my hair when I wait.
40. I'm going to spare my Mum the heartache and not tell her about my smoking.
41. My Dad knows.

Redefining class

My parents don't need social-networking.

Not in my playground.

[9 minutes later] Actually you know what I have a little more to say.

Yes, I went to Parklife and it was a sacks worth of fun.
No, I didn't do any drugs, but I completely understand why you would. Yes, drugs are a gamble and yeah I saw that PSA where the guy hulk smashed his mother to the floor etc. etc. but i'm thinking that I need to pair myself up with some opiates for the next festival. Don't shoot me for having an idea, that guy who was wearing thongs on his elbows was having a fucking blast and I want to match his happiness.

This is also another reason why i'm glad my parents are technologically impaired.

Madame Ovary

Unless someone can come up with something clever, the Kanye memes are running low on hilarity. Fast.
I draw a lot these days. Mainly various people from outdated magazines. Whoever is reading this can visit www.shvtvpcvnt.tumblr.com and look through some of my drawings that range from sweet, lonely scribblings to unusual, possibly Richard Ramirez-esque doodles. Hell, flick your bean to it if you like.
I've started reading Madame Bovary and i'm starting to get into reading and after the first page i've already decided on the next book to read. This is excellent because reading is an exceptional hobby.I even wrote it on my resume.

Some more things and some other irrelevant things.

I've got more to add to that list.

24. I tend to run my tongue (sometimes fingertip) over a little chip on my front tooth.
25. I recently found out what was wrong with a painting/collage I made two years ago and I feel relieved.
26. I drink tea at exactly 7:30pm
27. I ruffle my own hair.
28. Thanks to Arachnophobia the movie, I check each side of the toilet for spiders.
29. I play this game on the train where I look at everyone and choose the one person I would fuck.
30. Cameras from Salvo's is a gamble, but I buy them anyway.

Anyway, training for work has been moved (due to construction issues) to the 8th of October and i'm just killing time. I'm drawing a lot more and spending too much time finding music I liked from primary school and high school. I still have a lot of time on my hands and i'm thinking about getting a lesbianmatchmaker.com account for the yutz. 2.5 weeks sounds like enough to find love amongst the lesbian masses.

I'll end it here, I have an eyelash in my eye.

Things that I do or like that I think that nobody else does or likes

1. I like to have my right hand under running water while brushing my teeth.
2. I need to have a pen and blank note pad above my pillow.
3. I can only really use Pilot's Fineliner when drawing.
4. My family don't know that I enjoy art or have seen some of the things I have made.
5. I chew on pens.
6. I have too many social networking site accounts and I check them in a particular order.
7. I monitor the freckles and moles that I have.
8. I pinch my bottom lip with my fingers when i'm thinking.
9. I read magazines back to front.
10. I use floppy disks as drink coasters.
11. When someone mentions earring or ears, I have this compulsion to touch my earlobes.
12. I have trouble throwing out my work from school.
13. I really like paperbags and keep them in my desk drawer. I'll like them even more when they're already crinkled.
14. I like teeth. A lot.
15. I get insanely ill watching cows being milked.
16. My food needs to be really fucking hot before I eat it. Heat wise, not flavour.
17. I draw better when i'm hungry.
18. There are some songs on my iTunes that I just can't have on the iPod.
19. I need to sleep with a blanket even if it's raging hot.
20. I love men with beards.
21. I like girls with nice collarbones.
22. I still put posters up in my wall.
23. I fold bits of paper while i'm on my laptop.

I just shit out blood and cried faeces

(http://www.monsterchildren.com/)

I still want to be Max and run around in a wolfsuit. The wildthings are no problem, i've got enough.

I collect Monster Children magazines and this one is going to rule the stack.

It's September, just so you know

-I feel like I have a wicked hangover, but I didn't drink last night.
-I don't know where this year went, but alright.
-A lot of people are scared about this 2012 hype and i'm only really upset that i'll probably be scooping ice-cream when the shitstorm happens.
-I want to read some Bukowski.
-I've gained another freckle.
-I'm running out of paper and ink.
-I said I was going to radically chop off one side of my hair, i'm still thinking about it and it's going to be a long while till I make a decision.
-2012 rolls in and i'll die scooping ice-cream and still indecisive about how I should cut my hair.
-I apologised to my neighbour for throwing his football over the wrong side of the fence and gave him a whole stack of old Spiderman comics to compensate.
-I need to shower.
-I'm still a little upset that I forgot how to spell 'exercise'
-Henry Rollins is on my wall looking at me. Hands intertwined over CD's and books.
-I really need to give back Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
-I want those deadbeat birds back in my plum tree.
-I could have lunch but I think I have a few more points to go through.
-I'm an Event Management graduate deprived of the awesome job in the industry.
-I'm an Event Management graduate with an awesome job.
-My dog just long sighed.
-I'm hungry
-Done.

Jims everything

Maybe it's just me but the blog title sounds like a Christopher Cross ballad but anyway..
What the hell?
I thought you were just into mowing lawns. You even have your gardening hat and your gardening shirt. Two completely different services from one man with a soft cotton hat.

I have a headache. Probably because this blew my mind.

Nothing much except I think I stink a little

Oh man the title is all I have.

School Excusions

They're fun until you're too old be in them, fucking around in the back of the bus, thinking about how cool it is that you're missing class.

My friends and I are planning on going to the U.S at the end of next year. These are some rough plans of what we want to do. My handwriting is messy because I was excited and almost frothing at the mouth at the trouble that we're going to cause.

Stop or you'll get yours

I hate people who beep for no reason. Your shitbox is asking for my rage. This is irrational, but you know what? I have a blog and i'm supposed to express my h8.

I want to buy some cheap mugs from the Reject Shop and just hurl them at you. I'm tired of talking to someone and being cut off by a beep. I'm tired of thinking that the beeps are for me. Do you want it floral? or do you want a Best Dad mug on your windshield?

This is worse than being asked for 50c by lads. Even the lads would tell you to illchay abrays.

WHO U WIF?

"Oh who u wif?"
"Whe?"
"Whe em I? On tha train wif no one"
"U sure you aint wif anyone?"
"Meet you at da bus stop shorty"
"See you at free firty"

This girl was pretty cute until she answered her phone. Her voice made my ovary shrivel up and i'm pretty sure i'm going to be producing defected eggs for the next few months. Even the guy in front of her that was obviously falling in love moved upstairs. Next to her, some tall-drink-of-dirty-water was asking some guy in a wheelchair if he "missed walking" Why he didn't run over his toes? I don't know.

Before all of this shit storm of dumb hit my carriage I was watching this on my ipod


He asked for around a way fillet and they brought him stuck up tuna.

Don Burke and I must be on the same menstrual cycle..

..'cause he's shitting over parsnips. I feel like buying him a Magnum ice-cream and a bag of Maltesers. Girlfriend is on the EDGE. We can watch some stupid rom-com with Katherin Heigl and I can feign interest when you give tips on growing cumquats.

I wet myself.

I got the job at Ben & Jerrys. This blog is going to be full of new and exciting stories.

I'm not working there yet so this post is going to be boring and blank as usual.

Here's a video of an amazing DJ and his remix of Alice In Wonderland.

Cross your fucking fingers

I may be scooping your ice-cream, pushing new flavours and asking you if you want your shit in a cup or a cone.

I tumbld.

I needed a place just for my scribbles and photos. I just don't like the way they look on myspace.

http://shvtvpcvnt.tumblr.com/

They aren't all up yet.

Scribble

I hate the movie 10,000 BC, but anyway...

I've been bored and boring ever since my birthday. I apologise to my friends for not keeping in touch but it's just me and i'll sort myself out soon. I'm entitled to an anti-social week. I'm good company.
You saw right. He's still alive. We've been spending quality time together now that i'm home a lot more.

Two decades of being alive.

Picture is unrelated but god damn, I want this on a shirt.

Anyway, it actually feels weird saying that i'm 20. Did that sound too livejournal-ish? It could have been worse, I could have put one of these (>.<) in.

Last night I spent my birthday at a reasonable club with good people. I befriended and lied to numerous people (some people dance, I lie) that I was president of a literotica bookclub. Somewhere in between the lying and the heavy drinking some girl showed me her vagina as a birthday gift. I hope that girl comes across this blogspot by happenstance and realises that she made my night.

Girl, your super cute vagina and little landing strip made my heart melt. No one has the balls to show me their vagina.

Lesbian tiem nao

This is Emily and Naomi and they can't stop being cute.

They're two sexually confused college girls trying to find themselves in 10 episodes. Theres awkward kissing, fighting and a random eat-out-by-the-campfire scene. I fucking live for that shit. I've watched the third season of Skins in it's entirety and I kind of want a girlfriend now. I never had this in school, so i'm going to live vicariously through these two fictional characters. Obviously I can't go back to high school now, that's like a three year sentence and my name and mugshot on a sex offender list. [Edit: These girls are in college, so I could go back to TAFE..ugh]

I was going to end this entry with a super ~kewt~ video but it's hard to find a solid clip that isn't some fan video with shit songs and Windows Movie Maker effects. Some of the videos have had the embedding option disable too which makes me bawww.

I found Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Between Danielle Steele and Mills & Boon.

I scribble a little

Junk Mail Goldmine

I greet you!

There is a place you can touch a woman that will drive her crazy.Her heart.

http://increddible-love.com/21597/I like sea, nature, travelling, laughing to tears, literature, interesting people, miracles, sunrises and sunsets, design, art, swimming, skating, positive emotions, space and love. Want to meet my ideal man and live each moment with Love! Love to laugh, will try anything once… within reason… lol! Can be spontaneous! Love the sun and hate cold, except if there is a fireplace glowing! Easy going!Love flowers! And I am a good cook! Always try to stay active! Love most animals! My match should be honest, sincere, tall and handsome! A man of his word! And easygoing! Knows what he wants out of life! Must be neat and well groomed. If he can cook or at least help in the kitchen... that would be great! My ideal partner must be Ideal relationship to my mind is based on trust, respect,mutual understanding, looking in one directions and accepting eachother the way it is with gratitude! Life is too short to live it not enjoying every moment!!

Hugs
Ulia S.

___________________

I just love it when guy's go down on my heart! You know it just makes me melt like Australia in January!

Ulia S kind of has the right idea. I know you can smell the loneliness from a mile away and the overuse of exclamation points kind of makes you think that she has the energy and personality of a Labrador pup but...

..oh you know what? don't worry, I can't be bothered defending her.

My dog is getting old

and it's making me sad.

This is the hangover talking

I am beat.

Whoremones

High School, Year 12. Apparently, the contents of my pencilcase and the case itself was so important to me that i'd commit homicide if anyone touched it. The heart at the end just gives it that little touch. This reminds me of something I see on Passive Aggressive Notes.

STFU, Breeders

Well..parents.
http://stfuparents.tumblr.com/

So now that we've got the first bunch of assholes (marriedz), you're going to have another set to supplement.

Parents. I don't have enough parents on my Facebook who like to announce their kids first shit, cracked nipples, weaning and all that stuff that takes me 10 steps back from my ~dream~ of having children. Parents with Facebook are deadly. Apparently when the mother gives birth, the baby flicks on a switch on the way out. It's a switch that allows the mother to reveal way too much information in social networking sites and neglect her friends hypersensitive gag reflex. I totally did nursing one year and i'm pretty sure i've covered this. I know you guys are happy and shit but I have reason to believe that you're spending more time, kneeling in front of your kid waiting for that miracle log to slip into the potty. STFU plz.

Oh and the best thing about this STFU addition is that it comes with some pretty amusing commentary.

Enjoy.

25.3.94

Teachers Comment:

Kristine shows eagerness in art. She has gained a greater physical stamina lately which can be attributed to her change in her eating habits. She also needs to acquire listening skills.

Couldn't hear you, I was running to the canteen to fill my pockets with red lollies. There was always a come down though.

You know...

..she's pretty hot here.

Like I know shes kind of looking like a hobo that ambles in soured laundry now, but she's looking like 30 different kinds of cool here.

I should probably start a campaign to roll Whitney back to 1985 but i've got my hands full with my social networking vanity projects.

Intolerable bathroom girl talk

I don't mind club bathroom small-talk about long lines and nice shoes, but those drunk girls with a little time and too many issues makes my womb shudder. Everything from ex-boyfriends (theirs or someone elses), girls that are "itchbays" and world peace (from what I heard from my stall on Friday night).

You don't just enter into a bathroom, you are now part of a sisterhood. You want to pee? Forget it, some girl wants to tell you about her bestfriends boyfriend's sisters ex. You want to check your make-up? hold on a second, this girl wants advice on re-connecting with her boyfriends ex. You get the idea.

You ladies are drunk and make me laugh half of the time. I know you girls need and maybe deserve a group hug, a hair-braiding session and a little lesbian fling but seriously, please let me pee.

Silver lining

Pool sex 101.

Oh yeah yeah yeah, I totally get it now. I know that feeling like the back of my hand. Like cumulonimbus and shit? That gets my toes curling.

You've got a date.

STFU FB

http://stfumarrieds.tumblr.com/

This is one of the reasons why I stay on Facebook. Sugary, effusive, ima-call-you-bub-from-now-on couples who spend most of their time at work or at home telling the Facebook world about how lucky they are. I fucking hate you guys but i'm sick enough to love it. It tickles me.

This site gives me the chance to look at other assholes(yeah, that's right) who cannot STFU.

All those banal third-person status updates, petnames and quizzes about love...it's my meth.

I'm that bored

I needed something to do, so i'm stretching my ears. You know, African tribeswoman-esque but not quite. Just enough room to fit Pretz sticks in each lobe.

Fucking..what?

First time someone has questioned the authenticity of my hair. Am I wearing it in a way that makes it look fake?

I mean, who would buy a wig like this anyway? It's ever so fucking drab. I expect people to do much better if this is what they're buying.

Junk Mail Goldmine

This one went on for days, so i'm showing my favourite parts of this gem.

Good day, dear friend!

I am very mobile; I like to communicate with different people. It is not a problem for me to make an acquaintance with any person. I like to sing, to dance and to go in for sport. Singing helps me to experience different life situations; dancing helps me to express myself and sport helps me keep feet and healthy.

See you
Irishka C


Oh Irishka C, telling me that you're 'mobile' makes me believe that you've lost the use of your legs, but you seem to be so confident that I can take you anywhere. Most places I like have wheelchair access, so you've picked a winner. The singing to experience different life situations and dancing to express yourself makes me uncomfortable though. Let's say you and I went out to dinner and the credit card is declined or the table cloth gets caught in the spoke of your wheels or I don't show up? Are you going to honestly draw more attention to yourself and...sing? and dear god, dance?

What a hot, sad mess.

I had no idea..

...that Ludacris had the same concept.

It's possible

This may not mean anything to you, but re-organising my wardrobe and achieving this is worth telling the grandkids.

Credit to Ikea for providing me with the fold-out shelf shit.

H8 chu, Cliff

Life would be so much sweeter if a hoarde of people in colourful lycra and cassette tapes swirled around me everywhere I went. Cliff Richards looks like an emaciated librarian that I saw once (my skin, it crawled) and he doesn't deserve this.

Homeless romantic

Gone are the days of bogus African flings, this is the real thing. An enchanting afro courtship is what everyone needs in times like these.

Onto other news about my lonely life, i'm on the verge of making a scene in public just to keep me interesting. Like those homeless people at Central that have riveting conversations with themselves or the ones that crawl around collecting cigarette butts. There's actually this one lady that hassles people with an open empty wallet, fake crying that she left her wallet at the bank. So what is that in your hand you dumb scraggy broad? Sell me a better story and i'll throw a couple of cents your way.

Oh for fucks sake, my toast is burning. I'll end it here.

Oh Clare

"Chk chk BOOM and I ran away 'cause that's all I wanted to see"

Yawn

Every time i'm hating home and feel like I want to pack my shit and walk, I just look at these awe-inspiring pictures and quietly say to myself...






You can't afford it, you dumb bitch.



You almost thought I was getting romantic.
I do love my home though, it's quiet and my fences arent tagged with gang signs from gangs that a horde of 14 year olds created during recess. I mean, we do get the odd car blowing up at 4am down the street or at the park but it grows on you.

49 seconds isn't enough

I've been listening to a lot of old music and claimed that there was nothing new to listen to because it was all just shitty noise. I'm actually just being a little shitty because I have a vagina and therefore have femotions. Anyway, somewhere off in the distance Passion Pit were waving to me, telling me that there was hope amongst the faeces.

Like lonely people to pyramid schemes, I was sold within the first few seconds and am now starting to bring people into this magic.

Oh and I just realised that there are so many(3) references to poo. Deal.

Wine not?

Woah, am I plastered.

My world is spinning but that could be because I'm slightly tilted and leaning on my bedpost which is suprisingly strong. I typed that really fast and I seem to be doing alright with grammaer and spelling. Oh wait not anymore.

So tonight I recived an award, an expensicves book and a cheque for beign an exceptional student at TAFE..,

Seriously, theree was an open bar and every two sipsd of my drink and the wait staff kept topping it up. This was even more amazing thn aforementioned award. Endless bottles of wine were given away as gifts, I got two because this never really happens to me and it's a beautiful opportunity.


Bye.

Senility

Old people, if you didn't have it (sigh, most of you), you'd be considered fucking assholes.

An old man farted on me and my bff today. He lost his faith in humanity and I completely forgot where I was headed. I've been caught off guard before, if you have a brother, this is not uncommon but this old guy really fucked us over.

I think he went for a coffee afterwards. This is dangerous. Coffee induced poop + deteriorating motor skills + not giving a fuck about the opinion of others = A mess in Central Station that'll set your generation so far back that people aren't even going to notice the stupid fluorescent, fanny pack wearing morons "shuffling" all around.

Really.

Things are so normal and boring right now that it's taken me so long to think about what to write here. I then realised that if it's taking me almost an hour to figure it out, I obviously have nothing good to say. So I thought that i'll just blog about how I have nothing to say, because that makes sense to me.

GTFO GFC

I spent
I'm spent.

An open encyclopedia added to the mess looks like i've been studying. My internet has been painfully slow so at times like these i'd like to have a lot of reading material to keep me from going homicidal. Issue 1 of LOVE mag, Hunter S. Thompson and any outdated encyclopedia books do it for me.

Those Maltesers were ridiculously priced and I will never purchase another snack from the movies ever again. Yes, of course I knew they were that much but it was only after buying it did it really sink in. Every time they jack up the prices of tickets, I start to appreciate pirated copies. Even the copies with poor translation and the sight of people getting up and shuffling down their row.

I'm going to get back to all that stuff I just said up there and probably work on being a greater menace to society.

Becauz I couldn't be bothered constructing an effective blogpost

1. Sartorialist in Sydney. Make your way to Mt Druitt, Mr. Schuman. It'll blow you out of the water.

2. My May is going to be as busy as hell and thinking about it makes me want to do a massive nervous shit. June, be gentle to me.

3. I have a job interview on Thursday which is exciting. Just thinking about having a some form of income makes me melt.

Take That and Katie Melua appeared out of nowhere in my iTunes

Death.

Anyway, here's another sandwich bigger than my face.
How I manage to find space for this in me amazes me too. Assuming that any one reading this would be amazed.

Junk Mail Goldmine

Hello, dear!


I'm not perfect. You're not perfect. But two people can be perfect together,perfect for each other. I hope to be perfect for you becouse you are perfectfor me, my Love! http://tender-woman.net/64587/What about me. First of all I like to create comfort not only in the house, but also in family attitudes. I am able to avoid conflicts and quickly to be reconciled with any person. I am sure, that the life without the favorite person beside has no sense. Money, career, exotic travel will not replace the unique favorite person in the world. I shall be gentle and careful with second half and I shall give the heart only to him. I am able to be the devoted friend, the reliable partner and the gentle mistress. I never betray favorite people. I adore the sea, travel, and rest on the nature. I like to float in the summer, bicycle and to play badminton. He should be honest, clever. It is wonderful, if he loves travel and sports.

Hugs and kisses

Ksenia

_______________________


Dear Ksenia,

Park your ass on that nature and hear me out

Do you see that? 28%. Why? because you sound like a pain and I don't think I have 72% in me to make shit work. Your calculations for two non-perfect people making love blossom is beyond wrong. Avoiding conflicts quickly makes you sound like a pussy, I want someone to butt heads with. It keeps me real.

I feel like you've been drinking the koolaid because you can only talk about being devoted to your favourite people. That whole thing you just sent sounded like a fucking oath. This doesnt sit well with me. I make a lot of mistakes, remember i'm not perfect. I get this strong feeling that if I ever crossed you, i'd probably find myself hogtied in a basement waiting to be sacrificed to the chosen one. I just don't need that this year.

I'm also not a fan of Badminton.

Burn some sage and move on,

Kristine.

I feel like the Universe is giving me a dutch oven

Sick again. Only this time I can't taste my food.

Today, I had 9 billion and a half calls from some Avon lady that kept pestering me about some order my mother made a while ago. I had to walk to that flax wenches house and sort out a refund. It was urgent, she was impatient and I almost forgot that I was delivering an Avon product. It felt more like I was delivering vital organs to sick children. Oh and what product was this? Fucking lipstick. When she told me that I didn't have to rush over I felt like closing off one nostril and spraying her face with sinus matter.

That's all. If I rage too much my nose will start running.

Monsday

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