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May these shackles free you

Work again tomorrow *sigh*, I hope it's not busy. I enjoy fucking around and doing nothing except picking the carrots out of the jalapeno bain, not sweating up a storm in my unwashed Sub shirt and visor with shitty dummy customers complaining about their $10 sandwich.
I like purposely reaching for the wrong salad choice, realllllllllllly slowly and watch their faces escalate in disgust as my hand reaches closer to the vegetable.
"Everything except chilis and pickles."
*Puts everything except chilis and pickles*
*Slowly reaches for the chilis with shakey hand*
*customer's face= :S....:|.....:O!.....>:O!*
"I SAID NO CHILIS!!!"
Seriously, calm down, it's a Goddamn sandwich for Buddha's sake.
"OH PLEASE, NOT THE CARROTS, ANYTHING BUT THE CARROTS! D:"
Dickhead.
Oh, and for those tub-tubs that come in thinking they're doing themselves a favour by coming into Subway for a "healthy" meal and ordering a sub with double cheese, double meat and extra bacon with no salads and ten sauces; please stop kidding yourselves.

Ahhhhhhhhh life is good. I finished buying presents and got a haircut. All that is needed now is a good dose of op-shopping and lip piercing : D!
Woohoo!
AND THEN IT'S CHRISTMAS.
AND THEN IT'S MY BIRTHDAY.
AND THEN IT'S BDO.
AND THEN I GET MY BRACES OFF.
....and then year 12 starts....

Zzzzzzzzz..

So over everything.
I would love to curl up into the fetal position and sleep for a week right about now.
Have been working so much and have had no sleep and no time to do anything.
The money I earned is being spent on other people for Christmas and I'm super grumpy because I've been wanting to go scout out the Good Sammy's near me but haven't had the time or the money to do it....or anything at all for that matter.
*sigh*, needs epic cheering up D:
Going to have a Nana nap.....

Baby, did you forget to take your meds?

Spun. says:
I love wasabi
Diego says:
i love wasabi too
i love chillies
Spun. says:
me too
I love spicy things
Diego says:
WEIRD!!!!!!!!
Spun. says:
NO!
NORMAL!
Diego says:
YOUR NOT NORMAL, WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT MIKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spun. says:
OKAY OKAY D:

Just some more proof, that I will never fit the term "normal".

Can I just say that if you eat Subway non-stop for a week with extra jalapenos in every Sub you consume, the consequences are dire. My, my, my, the bowel movements in this little girl have been incredible. . . . . . . Incredibly bad D:
Ask Welshman, the poor lad. His nose now looks like Voldemort's.


"THE HELL IS THAT SMELL!?"

That would be my buttocks saying OHAI! :D

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...

now it looks as though they're all here to stayyyyyy
oh, I believe in yesterday.....

Been singing it in mah head for agessss and "Ding fries are done, ding fries are done, ding fries areeeeee dooooooooooooonnnnnnnneeeeeee" heh.
Watching Family Guy right now actually. If Peter was real I'd definitely shoot him in the mouf. He's funny now, in the form of cartoon, 2D, harmless and tubby, but dear God, if he were real. No way in hell is he getting the advantage of speach, uh uh.

Mmmmmmmmm Christmas shopping makes little Asian heppy ( : I love buying stuff for people, and OH.MAH.BUDDHA. I have the best wrapping paper in the history of wrapping paper. It looks like furry wallpaper. AWESOME. I love wrapping presents. I love everything about Christmas except it's religious side. I am a hopelessly hopeless Christmas Consumer...I've been sucked into the materialistic side of this holiday....you should be grateful kids, you're going to get the best presents evarrrr. I feel like shit if some one buys a better present than the one I've given.
Eg.
"YOU GOT ME A TICKET TO BDO!?"
"HELLZ YEAH I DID!"
"Oh....well Jenny bought me BDO tickets with a backstage pass and a free grope of Lily Allen's boobs."
"Well fuck Jenny!"

Yeah, that's something that'll happen to me.
BUT NOT THIS YEAR MOTHER FUCKERS!
AURGHHH! D:<

VICTORY!

Today, ladies and beetle-lovers, I beat Ryan in a game of pool.
It was an epic game. Let me just say, I was winning from the beginning and there was no stopping me. LIKE LIGHTNINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
PEW PEW!

He's commentating my life, like Carrie from Sex in the City. He....is....talk...ing.......lyke.....dis.......beca...ause.....he.....isss....
..tryingggg......to......reeeeaddddddd....as...I ..........tyyy....pe.
Loser.

Fear.

Last night I watched Paranormal Activity. It did not help that the main protagonist was named "Micah" and that the fake name that I use (i.e. whip it out when Transperth catches me without my ticket, buying something from Gloria Jeans) is "Katy" and the main girl protagonist was named, well, what do you know?! KATIE.
I shat bricks.
You could literally hear them, falling to the ground with enthusiastic thuds every time the movie climaxed to a scary moment, and the music made my heart shrivel in utmost fear and doom.
Due to the absolute tear-jerking horror of this movie, I slept like a nocturnal animal.
O__________________________________O ......(3am)
Yeah, it didn't help that I argued before I went to bed. My head was not a good place to be in at the time. One minute I'd become extremely afraid of my own feet, and the next I'd be rolling around wrestlessly, juggling stupid thoughts in my head and wanting to break free of my own skin. But alas, I just fell into a crappy sleep, woke up at 7.45am, got dressed and went to work, where I was overpowered with misogynistic comments. This also did not help my mood.
I am currently munching on a choc-chip cookie from work and listening to my stomach gurgle in delight in order to try and cheer myself up. It seems my stomach is the only part of me getting the enjoyment.

Shut up

It's 4.12am, and I am wide awake. Dammit.
And I'd just like to say, if you're going to fucking complain about how pointless blogs are, then don't read them. If you're going to say "Oh, why do people talk about their lives, it's so boring." K, cool, just don't read them? No big deal?
Just like stupid fucking customers who come into my work, DAILY, for years and years, and order the same stuff, ask the same questions and complain about the same crap.
Shut up. If you don't like it, never come back. You come back day after day, year after year, and complain about the SAME FRIGGIN THING.
People like you sir, shit me off.
Go.away.right.now.
Shut your huge mouths and go somewhere that makes you happy. Don't come lurk and read just so you can complain afterwards.
Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid people. Don't say one thing when you believe another. Don't lie. It's not hard to tell the truth. Don't be a coward. Don't do something because you think it makes some one else happy. Don't do something because some one told you to do it.......like I'm telling you now.
Gosh, I'm a hypocrite....and I hate hypocrites....



Yeah, that made me smile.

What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.

Yes, people, I'm a creep and I'm a weirdo. I don't think I had to spell it out for you to realise, but hey, whatever makes life easier.
I'm completely bored out of my brains because making people watch Eel Soup got boring and the internet is just such a very boring place if you're not a convicted pedophile. Dammit, if only.
But you know, I just hope I can make your lurking experiences better by sharing funny anecdotes from my life. Like today, for instance, I'm heading out of my home, with a 1m by 1m sized canvas. The weather; windy. Already, I can tell my life is going to pain for the next twenty minutes.
And, what do you know? I walk out of my front door, a gust of wind comes saiiiiling up the stairs and HOOPLAH, I almost fall over because this colossal canvas is being utilised into a sail and fucking pushing and pulling me all over the joint.
But what is a measly little Asian like me supposed to do? I don't have a car, I don't have anyone to give me a lift. Wait, I lie, I did but I didn't want to disturb them. Anyway, I only stand 160cm off of the ground, and this thing is more than half the size of me, and I'm trying so hard to walk in a straight line, but alas, the friggin' wind!

But by some miracle, I manage to keep my cool and walk, slightly wobbling, down to the train station where I get the weirdest stares. I might as well have been carrying a dead body with three penises hanging off it's left arm. Seriously......people *shakes head*

Anyway, I'm then on the train, happily listening to some Mars Volta, got my headphones in, turned it up SUPER loud so I specifically can't hear anybody else on the train (God, I hate when some one has a wheezy nose and every single fucking breath they take makes a WHEEZE. Go to hell, wheezy noses) and then, God sends the fickle fat finger of fate right down on my shoulder. At first I was confused by the rap-a-tap-tap on my comfortably untouched shoulder, and then realised that a small woman of about 50 was touching me. ARH! So I unplug my ears and ask "Mmmmyess?" And she says "Is this a canvas?" and I am so so so so tempted to say "No, it's actually my boyfriend" and then to follow it up with a dirty stare, but I'm not THAT mean. So I explain to her "yes, yes it is a canvas, I'm planning on painting on it." She says "ooooOOOohoohoOOOOh" and nods thoughtfully and opens her mouth to say something else but OH, NO, I turn around and plug my ear right back up.

Ha, beat that God.