This Sunday will be my last shift at Femme. Its always sad to leave your comfort zone behind and sometimes daunting to look into your uncertain future. i try to see it as a good thing and mutter the words repeatedly in my head 'change is good, change is good, change is good'. and in most cases it is since everything single fucking thing you go through is a learning experience. and experience is what most people yearn for, whether they want a new job, travel the world, move out on their own, change their room layout, watch a new movie, go on a tour, everything!
ive got bar work tmrw which i find very interesting at the moment. i always know what time i start but never exactly when i finish, i hate taking trains late at night. especially after seeing a Crime Stoppers notice titled
'RAPE AT MELBOURNE CENTRAL STATION'
and some photograph of an ordinary asian man. fucking scary, out of ALL the stations i pass on the sydenham line, melbourne central is percieved to be the safest considering all the security cameras, guards, and the fact that the station is enclosed within a major city shopping centre.
fucking animals.
another fucking animal is the bitch who spat a large amount of phlegm all over the front of a jacket she tried on at Femme. why the fuck would any sane, normal, civilised, educated person do that? she cannot obviously be described by the words above. i wish i had the chance to tie her naked to a chair, hands and ankles bound by electrical tape and spit on her face with my gooey phlegm. id get the top she spat on and use it to wipe it all over her face and make her swallow what she got in her mouth. give you a taste of your own medicine.
Zombie
I've just had a quick squiz at my older posts and realised how much more visual i was back then. sometimes the images i post with my posts aren't even vaguely related but perhaps in some subconcious way they are. its fucking freezing. my computer is far from my cozy toasty room and moving it takes about 2trips since the computer is quiet heavy for my thin arms. i must learn how to grow gripping muscles on my hands to open bottles of drinks at work, i cannot always ask the customers to do it for me. i feel i would appear a tad unprofessional. stupid lady who pointed me out as a newbie. whatever.
sydney tickets are booked again. it will be the 3rd time im flying out of melbourne since january 28th this year. how exciting, im sure wasting my money on these interstate holiday. this time its for a good reason, my 21st. it will be celebrated in sydney from july 30 to august 2nd. i shall do the 3.5hr climb on the Sydney Harbour Bridge and i shall shit myself when i look down at the water below and remind myself i cannot swim to save my drowning soul. i have jokingly said i would push vman off the bridge but there will be no jokes once we're up there. it'll be a 21st to remember.
im gonna save lotsa money to get trashed at the expensive sydney clubs. corona's go up from $5 a bottle to $9 over night at the same club and entry fees can go up to $30. thats 6 corona bottles at $5 each. THATS A 6PACK! unbelievable what they get away with. but you gotta pay for the experience. i must remind myself to not wear high heels that night or i will surely tumble over and break my ankle. perhaps a pair of boots.
Those babies in the top picture will cost me about $150 since they are ginuine leather.
I have gone 4months without them since seeing them 1st in sydney.
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