Evince

I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired. I'm no better than those i complain about. Divorced families, starvation, chronic illness and i complain about not getting enough sleep or seeing my friends as much as i want. I'm no better then those slag's that complain about their failing relationships, or the difficulty of waxing someone else's genitalia.

Work's great most of the time, especially Saturday night. We closed the store early, Natalie stayed back and we reorganised. Oh we laughed so much. I laughed so hard when i found out Michael knew of Azerbaijan (MHS/ECN reference) if that isn't a sign that i found the right job i don't know what is. The only thing i don't have the confidence to do by myself is trades really, i dunno i just don't like quoting people a price in case I'm wrong. Oh well I'll get over it eventually.

I've been informed by friends that two people have 'crushes' on me. Haha I fear i am rebound man. Pretty sure one only wants to fuck me to spite someone else and the other one will only serve to mess everything up. Aside from the fact that women can get incredibly spiteful i don't want a relationship. I don't feel the urge to have deep and meaningful conversations with either of them, i don't see any merit in either of them knowing my deepest thoughts or what goes on in my mind after hours. I know the kind of relationship i want and i won't get it from either of them.

I hate hate hate hate high school kids. Especially illiterate loudmouth soon to drain our economy high school kids from Woodridge. That fuckwit in a mere hour justified domestic violence and child labour. Oh how many times i pondered throwing her under the train.

Coast was alright, i wasn't in the mood for it. I just wanted to sleep but oh well. Sunburn. I think I found the new hobby; I'll be getting the required equipment for it tomorrow probably. I need to get over this tired thing. I don't think things through when i say them, more so than usual. The only thing I'm afraid is saying something I'll regret.