why? it's playing on mtv. hahhaa.
first day of work. good gods. my heels still hurt. WHY do i have to wear heels that are 1inch to 2.5 inches high when no one sees them anyway when i'm standing behind the booth? or when my pants hide them anyway??
eurgh. 12 hours (ok, 1h 50 mins of break) of standing and smiling and answering effing retarded questions. good fucking god, please don';t treat me like i've an iq of 75. it's not my fault you don't understand what the hell an emulsion is, don't talk slower to me.
ah. a job where i wear more makeup than clothes, and burn 700 calories just by smiling. hahaha. oh well there are cute boys.
and shopping galore. i'm spending more than i earn, damnit. i mean, ninewest for 55? who can pass??
i'm gg to borrow my mum's atm tmr since i blocked mine after my wallet got stolen. the miscreant mailed me back my cards, though. thanks for that much anyway. although i really did like my wallet haiz. sorry xf, ni, ning, abby :(:(
i haven't bloggred about tons of things that happened during my bday week but because i need to go to sleep and wake early to put on more makeup yucks i need to disappear right about now. haiz. off to read guenevere! :):)
make room for me it's too soon to see
if i'm happy in your hands
i'm unusually hard to hold on to