There is no escape from the fortress of the mooooles! ..Except that.
Oh my... someone uber cool from work is leaving. *sigh* dammit. Its all downhill from now maybe...
uuuh... lost two bets in the space of, like, a fortnight.
1. Spain choked and didn't win the world cup. Thats $20 gone... not much but meh that could have bought me a cheap shirt. Ryan and Claude did well pulling Italy and France out of the hat for the work sweeps though. Stupid Spain.
2. Lost a bet with Mike for like $30. He told me to add someone to my myspace page and i said "they wont add em back" and he's like "yeah they will, wanna bet on it?" and yeah, i lost that one.
I probably should have learnt my lesson, that my new Lady Luck belt buckle isn't a description of me, and not have made another bet but, alas, i made a bet that someone won't comment on my page.
How the hell did i lose the myspace bet?! But more importantly, why the fuck are we betting on myspace things?!
anyway, other than that, my life has been pretty mundane. Hmmm, lets put the exciting things in point form.
- Sandy got into a fight with a bitchy customer at work, she was fully yelling at Sandy and cos i was at the counter i stepped in and got yelled at as well. Stupid move.
- Laughed at a woman with ugly ugly hair at work that was rude to me. She had short dykey hair and it was literally stripey. Like stripes going around her head.
"A Shaq shoe is not a New Balance shoe"
Well, dah. I wasn't paying attention when i threw a price at you.
- Had jap food for lunch today. Dear god how greasy and fattening the kusabi is... never again. Tasty with the whole basil mayo and all, but never again. Chilli squid and duck gyosa were yummo as fuck. I could seriously live off chilli squid forever.
- got called an emo-goth by Brendan. *shudders* I know i can't say "bleh bleh i'm not emo or goth i'm nothing" butthe truth is that i probably do look like some teenage emo goth when im at work. Black stocking and short black hair in pigtails doesn't really help...
Hmm... other stuff....
I want my new tattoos soonish, i'm just itching for them but i have a dilema... how the hell am i going to hide my next ones from my parents. Yeah yeah, i know, i'm twenty and they probably know about the others but hey, im just too chicken to go "hey mom and dad, look what i have!". Its easy enough to hide the stomach, lower back and wrist for afew hours a day with clothes and a wrist band, but shoulder ones are harder to hide when singlets and swimming costumes are the norm for me when its warm. Grrr. Im running out of things i want that aren't visible.
God how i wish i didn't have middle aged ex-communist eastern Euro parents. Wow, thats everything that kids wish their parents weren't all rolled into one.
Why are there almost no hot hardcore/punk chicks around. Like, i mean true hardcore/punk chicks, not Veronicas clone posers. Its just the whole "i'm alternative so i dont have to take care of myself and care about my appearance thing that pisses me off. But if you cane be bothered getting an ugly haircut, why not do your make up and buy some skincare as well? *shrugs* I think i'm just alittle superficial sometimes... that time i was growing my eyebrows out last month was the most painful time for me just cos i felt so untidy and mank. The things i for you Claudey.
Ok... im bored. Back to watching Neighbours.
Ooh but before i forget... Anyone know of any freaky religious cults in Sydney? Just cos there have been some really, really, weird people coming into my work. Like girl with plaited hair, no make up, baggy cotton turtle necks, baggy floral print vests, floral dresses, cordoroy (sp?) genie style pants and two of the three girls were pregnant! And the guys... dark olive pants, and turtles necks with longish hair and longish beards. Like two different guys that dressed and acted exactly the same and girls that did the same.