Duuude.
I've just had the most intense week and a bit of my life.
A berjillion horrid and unexpected happenings...happened, yet I seem to be back where I started from. The exact same spot from which I involuntarily departed for this journey into pain and confusion.
Except that I am now unemployed.
And happy.

*kissesssss*

So, it's Friday night and I'm alone and becoming increasingly more intoxicated by the hour, as usual. But I have much more reason to do this than I normally would have. It's absoloutely ridiculous that I should still be scared of a girl who has terrified me since primary school, but I am.
She does not like me. At all.
I'm constantly getting those looks from her, the ones I thought I'd never see again once I'd finished year 12. The "I think you're an absoloute piece of shit" looks.
And I have to work with this person.
A minimum of 4 times a week.
Really does scare the b'jeebers out of me.
Although I do know that my being scared only makes her hate me more.
Don't know what to do.

"I wish my brother George was here..."

*sadme*

Soooooo, I was walking down the street like I always do (great big lolloping strides, I say! *joke* *obviously*) and I caught the strangest and most confusing end of a conversation everrrrr.

I laughed.
People looked at me.
I kept walking....

"Shurrup Fred, there's only two of them! I didn't drill the bloody holes!" - anonymous irate man on the street.

Hua.

*makes general "I'm in pain" noise*
Oh, shit dude. Did indeed get overly smashed last night, as part of Project 'Fill the Garyless void with lots of drugs'. My brain hurts so terribly much, like it's been beaten up by a pack of bogan bushpig biatches, think I've gone partially blind and my leg muscles have decided to go on holiday.

"Ooooh, Phase one went smoooothly!" - Zim

Anywho, I have one more day of freedom (work tomorrow) so I'm gon' go get somethin' to drink.
And how!

Ohhhh Broadband, how I've missed you.
Told you I'd be back
I'm saaaaad though. Miss my brilliantly talented boyfriend. Man, is he talented. Won't see him for a week and a bit, so I plan on watching a lot of Adrian Mole episodes and sleeping in.
Indeed.

"...Good day" - Bainbridge
"Are you wearing any pants?" - Fossil
"I said Good day Sir!" - Bainbridge.