the headache in your suitcase.

[dushtiche]

aside from finally doing a layout, i've been battling with the beast that is centrelink and sorting out my new job. apparently these have nothing to do with eachother. my first day is on Tuesday, which involves setting up the store during the hours of 7am-6pm. joy. 11 hours stuck with appearance obsessed bimbos. and as for centrelink? well...

centrelink mainly consists of cretinous morons who spew tossycock while ignoring one's futile efforts to tell them 'well hey! i don't actually need this endangered rainforest's worth of materials that you've thrust at me for no apparent reason. i actually don't need to be here at all! instead of standing around in this smelly receptacle for vomit coloured carpeting, i could be feeding wee kiddie's brains with important information for the future when they become aspiring big brother contestants/dole bludgers/clods of wayward marl. for instance, certain government operated agencies are full of cretinous morons who spew tossycock. avoid them like you would your father's balding gene.'

i don't get along very well with centrelink. it pushed me over in the playground when we were five. so in highschool i slept with it's brother.

'and also kids? don't dip your buttery knife into the vegemite jar. that's annoying.'