I'm in a mood.

I'm in a mood to type. Or write for that matter.

So many bills. God I'm annoyed at Officeworks. Why offer me a job! Why do that to me. It's really put me in a pickle. I feel like I'm letting myself down. It would be amazing to work there. Imagine the stationary. The cameras. FML.

Well they seem really nice. One day. I'm sure later on down the track, if I was to go to them again, they would happily want me.

My boob hurts. I'm hoping it's from the constant wiping I do of the tables. Better not be cancer.


God he's in the room. I really dislike him. And thoes dreams. I need to get laid. Off someone hot. I hope that guy comes back in. And why didn't he fucking msg me.

Drinks next week with the crew. Get ma mass flirt on. Hope they get a new hot bussy.

Hope no one finds this. Might make it private. But then what's the point. I wonder what to do. Officeworks? haha

I wonder if they do lay-by. I'm so bad with money. I'm pretty sure I'm paying everything off though. I have to start paying $200 each month for my teeth. Next year I'll be fucked other wise. I wonder what's in strore for me next year. God I really want to go to school. Gives me something to do. To say I'm good at something.

Maybe I need another coffee. Why can't I wake up lately. It's pissing me off. Maybe I need to get up earlier. Well if I went to sleep at 8am, woke up at what, 2pm. Yeah that's 6 hours. Nice. Banana time? Whipped cream.

EH.

An Iphone and a camera soon. Prob have to put it all on lay-by.

God I hate him.