It seems luck has completely forgotten me yet again. Work's a bitch, yah i know. Besides Paris Hilton, im sure most of us are ALL constantly complaining about our jobs. Then theres the part about the car; as of today, ive yet to get back my car. I hate public transport. And i hate pushy aunties on the train. Ok maybe i only hate pushy aunties. I hate pushy anything for that matter. But i love taking public transport. Ive lived with it most parts of my life. I love taking long bus rides to god knows where, u remember that naz? The last train ride with the skinheads from town, holding my crap going to school as the train sped off at break neck speed from simei to clementi, having a smelly drunk as ur company, being drunk while on a bus with good company! I miss all that, i really do. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut...
"Aunties and ah sohs who cannot wait to get on the bloody train can wait on the tracks, fuck you very much"
Sadly, thats not the end of my misery. Today, bob and rita fell. Their habitrail fell to the floor while i was busy cleaning their leftovers in the toilet. i could only see bob's tail as he entered the drainage hole under my stove. my heart sank even deeper. rita was too shocked to even move, i thought she was dead. but thank god, both are ok now. badly shaken but ok. just dont die on me now u 2. dont give up on me too soon, unlike some people...
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