living in may, 2011
its been nothing but steaming milk for cappuccinos and blending ice for frappuccinos for people i dont give two shits about; i'm earning a pathetic 5.65 an hour for wiping, scrubbing, making drinks and staring at money that will never be mine. my fyp facilitator has kindly agreed to buy us dinner on monday and besides being heavily unprepared about what to say and how to react to unexpected small talk, i'm less than thrilled about life. these are the only events that have happened so far since i last started living my life consciously. other than that, i have nothing more to say. my life is alright and i do just fine without people around me.