Fionoo

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 ma

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.