Apr 07, 2009 20:15
Fucking hell, there is nothing more sinister than the Jingle of an Ice-Cream van - and why he fuck does this one come around at 8pm at night!
Just as I'm trying to get some sleep before my first night shift, I'm gently drifting off and then the chimes which sound like they should come out of some eerie child catching horror movie suddenly start right outside my house!
and now I can't find any bloody pro plus *wails* and my hair won't behave so now I have to go to work tired and acting like a bear with a sore head, and the hair of a wanton beach slut.....
I fucking hate nights.
rage