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Stinking fatass.
There ain't nothing wrong with my hair at all and it's not like she's a natural blonde with roots that dark. And so what if my language is a bit 'blunt'? It's not like I'm teaching fucking kindergarten or anything - if the slobs who can't cook for themselves want their coffee and their fry ups, they won't give a shit if I don't speak like the Queen of England.
Fuck her. Didn't like the uniform anyway - who the hell wants to wear a green shirt that looks like someone threw peas up on it? Or serve lardbuckets their coffee for that matter?
Some kid tried to steal my coin case today. It wasn't like there was a lot in there, but the case is MINE dammit and I don't have anything else to carry the flute in. He had me running after him around the park and my shoes are shot to hell from all the snow and mud. I've dumped them on the windowsill, but they don't seem to be drying much. They were my last wearable pair so I'm without until they do dry...fuck shoes.
Anyway, the high school brat deserved what he got coming to him and maybe a black eye'll toughen him up some. Hell, when I was his age, I could have swiped the damn thing and not gotten caught. They're all sloppy these days, don't know how to do shit properly at all. Not like we were - heck, we ruled the streets instead of hanging around the park trying to look macho.
...I wonder how many of the old crowd haven't killed themselves with drink or drugs yet.
There ain't nothing wrong with my hair at all and it's not like she's a natural blonde with roots that dark. And so what if my language is a bit 'blunt'? It's not like I'm teaching fucking kindergarten or anything - if the slobs who can't cook for themselves want their coffee and their fry ups, they won't give a shit if I don't speak like the Queen of England.
Fuck her. Didn't like the uniform anyway - who the hell wants to wear a green shirt that looks like someone threw peas up on it? Or serve lardbuckets their coffee for that matter?
Some kid tried to steal my coin case today. It wasn't like there was a lot in there, but the case is MINE dammit and I don't have anything else to carry the flute in. He had me running after him around the park and my shoes are shot to hell from all the snow and mud. I've dumped them on the windowsill, but they don't seem to be drying much. They were my last wearable pair so I'm without until they do dry...fuck shoes.
Anyway, the high school brat deserved what he got coming to him and maybe a black eye'll toughen him up some. Hell, when I was his age, I could have swiped the damn thing and not gotten caught. They're all sloppy these days, don't know how to do shit properly at all. Not like we were - heck, we ruled the streets instead of hanging around the park trying to look macho.
...I wonder how many of the old crowd haven't killed themselves with drink or drugs yet.