Mourning mornings
Ugh. So i woke up dehydrated and alone at Darling street at 10:30 this morning. I haven't had a shower yet. I got a chocolate croissant for breakfast from Glebe point road. And so as I'm sure you can imagine, it was a particularly haggard bed-haired gargoyle that rocked up to this internet cafe.
I think when someone cleaned this tabletop they didn't wipe it properly, because it has that thing where there is a 1 micron thick layer of lemony-fragrant ickiness. I bet it's trapped every filthy molecule of dirt from the greasy claws of every horrible yuppie who has sat here.
I would say FML, but heck, I'm not on facebook anymore. I think I'm not allowed to use cool semi-memes like that. I suppose I'll just have to silently lament the horrible life that I'm having to lead.
I think when someone cleaned this tabletop they didn't wipe it properly, because it has that thing where there is a 1 micron thick layer of lemony-fragrant ickiness. I bet it's trapped every filthy molecule of dirt from the greasy claws of every horrible yuppie who has sat here.
I would say FML, but heck, I'm not on facebook anymore. I think I'm not allowed to use cool semi-memes like that. I suppose I'll just have to silently lament the horrible life that I'm having to lead.