First item for discussion: I'm quitting my job.
Second item for discussion: I have another job.
Insert numerous pictures of me and a friend looking wistfully into shop windows set in a winter wonderland of coin operated whitegoods. Ive never been to a laundromat to do my washing, maybe yours, not mine.
I feel like Im having one big OD on sugar, but I still go back for more when starting work at 8am ten hair cuts later and its time to go home. I was getting up at 6am when all you party cats were going to bed and remember those time we used to sit around all day after going to some random smelly goth club and called it recovery. I didnt sleep for 24 hours and I was so tired I couldnt sleep. For some reason I dont like the word recovery. It was a total contradiction.
I reason with myself that I didnt go full time to the salon of choice because Im not that pleasing to the eye in the scary greek way, but thats okay since I really do scare people in Eltham. My teeth constantly fall out in dreams. With my super qualification I will be paid more for chopping hair. I still have my current job and it wasnt quite a war as I thought it would be - I got an apology of sorts for some things. Three of Ten yesterday said to me why dont I use that uni course that I did sometime back then. I dunno, man. Writing shit, write a book? One day maybe Ill finish something. I see this girl I knew a few years ago obsessed over a notebook and really its just a bit of paper, a tree. I cant think of anything to write on it, so I think its better it remains in the ground.
When I was six or seven, I dunno, I thought plastic surgery involved changing peoples faces with actual plastic, 100%. I really believed Michael Jackson was made of plastic. You know, he probably is.
I rarely look when I cross those little side roads, like marla singer sometimes I think its a shame that nothing was coming. Most people break. Its the 23rd of July and my passport is coming in the mail hopefully because they werent sure about my photo. Then Ill be off in a jet plane to who knows where. Germany actually, for sure in May. Thatll be fun.
I dont get much email because I dont know what to say to me either. Im cleaning up my house, I say my in a loose detached way because its really theirs and Im loaning it. I tired to read a book, and only got past the first three pages. Tomorrow I am going shopping and this time I will buy something because Im indecisive, because Im a girl who does not own a skirt. I go to the supermarket and I never know what to buy, sometimes I find food boring, so I buy apples at the grocer. The only time you want a banana and theres a fucking cyclone that wipes out an entire nations supply.
I have a shiny ticket to Nitzer Ebb. Im excited, and Big Kev would be proud if he were alive to see it.
Second item for discussion: I have another job.
Insert numerous pictures of me and a friend looking wistfully into shop windows set in a winter wonderland of coin operated whitegoods. Ive never been to a laundromat to do my washing, maybe yours, not mine.
I feel like Im having one big OD on sugar, but I still go back for more when starting work at 8am ten hair cuts later and its time to go home. I was getting up at 6am when all you party cats were going to bed and remember those time we used to sit around all day after going to some random smelly goth club and called it recovery. I didnt sleep for 24 hours and I was so tired I couldnt sleep. For some reason I dont like the word recovery. It was a total contradiction.
I reason with myself that I didnt go full time to the salon of choice because Im not that pleasing to the eye in the scary greek way, but thats okay since I really do scare people in Eltham. My teeth constantly fall out in dreams. With my super qualification I will be paid more for chopping hair. I still have my current job and it wasnt quite a war as I thought it would be - I got an apology of sorts for some things. Three of Ten yesterday said to me why dont I use that uni course that I did sometime back then. I dunno, man. Writing shit, write a book? One day maybe Ill finish something. I see this girl I knew a few years ago obsessed over a notebook and really its just a bit of paper, a tree. I cant think of anything to write on it, so I think its better it remains in the ground.
When I was six or seven, I dunno, I thought plastic surgery involved changing peoples faces with actual plastic, 100%. I really believed Michael Jackson was made of plastic. You know, he probably is.
I rarely look when I cross those little side roads, like marla singer sometimes I think its a shame that nothing was coming. Most people break. Its the 23rd of July and my passport is coming in the mail hopefully because they werent sure about my photo. Then Ill be off in a jet plane to who knows where. Germany actually, for sure in May. Thatll be fun.
I dont get much email because I dont know what to say to me either. Im cleaning up my house, I say my in a loose detached way because its really theirs and Im loaning it. I tired to read a book, and only got past the first three pages. Tomorrow I am going shopping and this time I will buy something because Im indecisive, because Im a girl who does not own a skirt. I go to the supermarket and I never know what to buy, sometimes I find food boring, so I buy apples at the grocer. The only time you want a banana and theres a fucking cyclone that wipes out an entire nations supply.
I have a shiny ticket to Nitzer Ebb. Im excited, and Big Kev would be proud if he were alive to see it.
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haha you're right, i don't know what to say to you. i think because what you write has an effect on me, the vibe... and anything i say seems forced.
anyway, i like it! and you'd look hot in skirts, so i hope you got one
oh also, i must get another pic up as my hair is black and blue... i need to get some extensions to fill out and lengthen the sides now, wish i could do it myself, but anyways...
yeah the crush thing is good when they crush back but man, i must admit though, i feel slightly frustrated at the moment and very distant. but going to see my mates band at the green room tonight and catching up with a friend that just got back from the UK... love hearing travelling stories, hopefully you'll have some awesome ones to tell soon enough!
haha, now i'm just crapping on... *rrrahh*
love bel xxxo
try living in thomastown!!!!