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Relationship with mother stapled back together for the time being, it seems. I am so tired, I can barely focus on the screen..
Tomorrow, town and then a wine-tasting session at beluga that I must go to or jo will shoot me, and then fire me. I didn't even make mistakes today but she still ranted at me at every opportunity, ugh, if gay Dave wasn't there to make me laugh and calm me down every second of the day I'd probably slap her. 'If you do that again I will go off my fucking nut.' What the hell are you talking about, you silly woman! I couldn't care less about your fucking nut! I'm going on holiday for 2 weeks on monday so that's fine anyway.
But oh I love gay dave! I want to marry him! Seriously, I have fallen in love with yet another gay guy. He's teaching me how to do vocal ad-libs because he says I have a good voice but I don't put enough soul into it. And he's jealous of the way my hair flicks out. And we spend all our time dancing around to the 80s music (I've got the pow-ah!), talking in french and bitching about the nasty customers. A new gay best friend, yay!
Bringing the family-sized bag of doritos and a tub of salsa up to my room was so not a good idea. I feel sick.
Tomorrow, town and then a wine-tasting session at beluga that I must go to or jo will shoot me, and then fire me. I didn't even make mistakes today but she still ranted at me at every opportunity, ugh, if gay Dave wasn't there to make me laugh and calm me down every second of the day I'd probably slap her. 'If you do that again I will go off my fucking nut.' What the hell are you talking about, you silly woman! I couldn't care less about your fucking nut! I'm going on holiday for 2 weeks on monday so that's fine anyway.
But oh I love gay dave! I want to marry him! Seriously, I have fallen in love with yet another gay guy. He's teaching me how to do vocal ad-libs because he says I have a good voice but I don't put enough soul into it. And he's jealous of the way my hair flicks out. And we spend all our time dancing around to the 80s music (I've got the pow-ah!), talking in french and bitching about the nasty customers. A new gay best friend, yay!
Bringing the family-sized bag of doritos and a tub of salsa up to my room was so not a good idea. I feel sick.