work work work.
stinks stinks stinks.
oh.
stop asking me why my
uniform is so small.
it shrank by like 2 inches when i washed it.
yes.
so now i look like some
cock and a half.
yay.
anyways.
let me tell you something funny.
hahahaha.
yesterday,
this woman was like looking through
the wagon of jeans,
and i was like anxiously hovering over her.
too afraid that she'll like
dig up all the jeans
that i've spent my entire youth
folding.
and then while
i was like staring into space,
trying to block out
the fucking christmas songs
that have been repeating for like the
99th time.
the woman turn to me and asked.
"these jeans are low cut right?"
"yupp, the square cuts are are pretty low."
"okayy, do they go below the liver?"
"huh?? sorry?"
and i was like
what the fuck?!!!what the hell is below the liver?who the hell asks if the jeans are worn belowthe liver?!!she's nuts la!and then of course after that,
i was quite scared of her already.
you cant blame me if i
dont really feel like
serving a nutcase.
like what the hell.
in the end,
after she tried like 10 pairs,
seriously,
she didnt buy shit.
and she just walked out of the shop
like really depressed.
shaking her head and
muttering stuff like
"oh no..."
"nothing suits me la."
"haii"
"haiya.. really cannot la."
haha.
and i was thinking
like duh.
no body sells jeans below
the liver.
go make you own pair.
but actually, i'm not too sure.
i dont even know where the liver is.
ahaha.
anyhow.
so now you get an inkling
of the nutcases i meet during work.
its not as though i dont have
enough psycho friends.
haha
whoops.
yes.
stopping here.
its my off day today.
ands i'm not gonna blow it
in front of the com.
byeeeeeeeee.
two can play at your childish games.i'm sick of always being the one.call me when you're mature.