great, what a fan-fucking-tastic start to a day.

so i finally sat down last night, did my work till five fucking am. and what do i get this afternoon? a fucking pep talk.

yah yah. i am wrong. as always. whats new.

and i dont see the fucking big deal in the whole "night" job thing. the factor here being.. no i am not some waitress serving drinks, neither am i some girl behind the bar. i am just paid to sit down.. drink beer, smoke, listen to good music and look after the baggage counter. and if im not working (or rather sitting).. i will STILL be going for the event. so its like getting paid to club. plus i can claim my cab fare home. so whats the problem here????

and dont get started on the whole all the trouble ive caused in my entire 18 years is probably equal to what the three of you have caused in your life. great. so now tell me how bad ive been. YAYNESS..and yes i know its not my birthright to be such a brat. but look, i didnt grow up wanting to be a brat. im sure you all have a part to play too. otherwise why give in to my "sorry i only use color pencils from gap" phrase back in primary school?

i woke up this morning, went to the com.. quite eager to complete my work.
but you know what? you totally ruined my day.