thats the sound of echoes.

so..

the last day of uni came and went.

hip hip horrah.

yeah right.

research participation - $25 for an hour and a bit of answering stupid questions.

lunch with Elle, Cn, Ash, Mel.

work - pay is getting fuckier and fuckier. $42 for 5 hours.

sometimes i dont even know why i work.

$8 an hour to waitress.

we all know thats shitty pay.

and its a damn friday night..

...work killed my non existant social life.

its times like these that i just feel like i just want to throw the god damn singapore airlines air-stewardess' uniform back at those mother fuckers.

fuck.

at least my other job pays better $11+..

and i'm working tomorrow.

but i just feel like curling under my blanket with buffy.

teddy'll just have to do.

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the thing with love is that when we let all these little things build up, they culminate and suddenly, black is white, right is wrong and your entire world is topsy turvy, ass over tits and lunatics have taken over the asylum.

xoxo
you know you love me

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