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...so the girl i was seeing has just given me the ol' heave-ho
classic.
looks like i'm back with you losers on the internet for the forseeable future.
it was a 'i'm not in the right state of mind for anything proper', type job.
which is a shame.
the really interesting thing though...that makes it the third time i've been rejected in six months...which, as any maths whizz will tell you, averages out to a 'no thank you' of sorts every two months.
anyone with a weaker constitution would probably be convinced that they're a modern leper destined to be alone or something.
not me though. i'll be fine. completely fine. fine.
i think i'll just focus on wor..oh...no...no wait, i fucking hate my retarded fucking job don't i?
ah, that doesn't matter, i'll just hang out with my best frien...wha...op...no....no, they're all away at uni aren't they?
hmm. it's a pickle kids. i won't lie. a real pickle.
suggestions?
i might quit my job and write that short film. that'll make everything ok.