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I haven’t written anything substantial here for quite some time and I find writing is a great way to vent necessary feelings so, without any pre-thought-out plans I am just going to write about stuff that is swirling about in the mixing bowl that in my mind.
All right the first thing I am going to write about is working. As I mentioned a few months ago I got my name down for a job and started a few weeks after. I basically work as a washer-upper in a restaurant kitchen. The work is exceptionally mundane and involves stacking plates into a tray, putting the tray in a dishwasher, taking the tray out of the dishwasher and then stacking the plates. But once in a while you get the privilege of taking the bins out, cleaning the floor or washing pots. I can’t complain really because the money isn’t too bad, it is just it isn’t great having to work for 7 hours on a Saturday night when I could be seeing friends. Last night I was waiting outside the restaurant at about midnight (that’s when I finish) for a taxi to take me home with a friend. We were both tired after working a 7 hours shift and were sat on the floor in our dirty work clothes when a group of people came out of a pub and tried giving us some spare change! That’s the first time I have been mistaken for being a tramp and I hope it is the last!
Since I have been working I have to pay my own way now, my parents wont pay for stuff for me any more. This is probably quite fair because I do get like £50 a week but I have to buy my own clothes and necessary things like that whilst I am also saving for driving lessons and a car with the same money. This doesn’t really bother me because I am getting by fine and not strapped for cash or anything but my dad feels the need to upstage me by buying a brand new colour screen phone, cool new trainers and a dvd player. I don’t know why this is winding me up but it is. I guess it is jealousy but I never thought I was the jealous type. It sounds really petty and I know money cant buy happiness blah blah blah, but it is still getting to me.
When you watch tv or read tabloid newspapers it really makes you wonder, “Why are some people famous?” Its ridiculous that some people get media coverage just because they are the offspring of a mildly talented coke addict. Yes I am talking about Kelly Osbourne, a fat pug-faced twerp who cannot sing at all and only gets published because her father has the money to bribe a record company. She is conclusive proof that talent is not always hereditary.
Why to rappers always rap about drugs? Is it because “You must be ‘ard if you do pillz”? My CD player keeps skipping, I think it is because mo0st of my CD’s are pirates (ohh arr captain) and its annoying. I have like loads of CD’s though and I’m not going to shop-buy them all.
I do have more stuff to write about but my there’s food on the dinner table.
All right the first thing I am going to write about is working. As I mentioned a few months ago I got my name down for a job and started a few weeks after. I basically work as a washer-upper in a restaurant kitchen. The work is exceptionally mundane and involves stacking plates into a tray, putting the tray in a dishwasher, taking the tray out of the dishwasher and then stacking the plates. But once in a while you get the privilege of taking the bins out, cleaning the floor or washing pots. I can’t complain really because the money isn’t too bad, it is just it isn’t great having to work for 7 hours on a Saturday night when I could be seeing friends. Last night I was waiting outside the restaurant at about midnight (that’s when I finish) for a taxi to take me home with a friend. We were both tired after working a 7 hours shift and were sat on the floor in our dirty work clothes when a group of people came out of a pub and tried giving us some spare change! That’s the first time I have been mistaken for being a tramp and I hope it is the last!
Since I have been working I have to pay my own way now, my parents wont pay for stuff for me any more. This is probably quite fair because I do get like £50 a week but I have to buy my own clothes and necessary things like that whilst I am also saving for driving lessons and a car with the same money. This doesn’t really bother me because I am getting by fine and not strapped for cash or anything but my dad feels the need to upstage me by buying a brand new colour screen phone, cool new trainers and a dvd player. I don’t know why this is winding me up but it is. I guess it is jealousy but I never thought I was the jealous type. It sounds really petty and I know money cant buy happiness blah blah blah, but it is still getting to me.
When you watch tv or read tabloid newspapers it really makes you wonder, “Why are some people famous?” Its ridiculous that some people get media coverage just because they are the offspring of a mildly talented coke addict. Yes I am talking about Kelly Osbourne, a fat pug-faced twerp who cannot sing at all and only gets published because her father has the money to bribe a record company. She is conclusive proof that talent is not always hereditary.
Why to rappers always rap about drugs? Is it because “You must be ‘ard if you do pillz”? My CD player keeps skipping, I think it is because mo0st of my CD’s are pirates (ohh arr captain) and its annoying. I have like loads of CD’s though and I’m not going to shop-buy them all.
I do have more stuff to write about but my there’s food on the dinner table.
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I haven’t written anything substantial here for quite some time and I find writing is a great way to vent necessary feelings so, without any pre-thought-out plans I am just going to write about stuff that is swirling about in the mixing bowl that in my mind.
All right the first thing I am going to write about is working. As I mentioned a few months ago I got my name down for a job and started a few weeks after. I basically work as a washer-upper in a restaurant kitchen. The work is exceptionally mundane and involves stacking plates into a tray, putting the tray in a dishwasher, taking the tray out of the dishwasher and then stacking the plates. But once in a while you get the privilege of taking the bins out, cleaning the floor or washing pots. I can’t complain really because the money isn’t too bad, it is just it isn’t great having to work for 7 hours on a Saturday night when I could be seeing friends. Last night I was waiting outside the restaurant at about midnight (that’s when I finish) for a taxi to take me home with a friend. We were both tired after working a 7 hours shift and were sat on the floor in our dirty work clothes when a group of people came out of a pub and tried giving us some spare change! That’s the first time I have been mistaken for being a tramp and I hope it is the last!
Since I have been working I have to pay my own way now, my parents wont pay for stuff for me any more. This is probably quite fair because I do get like £50 a week but I have to buy my own clothes and necessary things like that whilst I am also saving for driving lessons and a car with the same money. This doesn’t really bother me because I am getting by fine and not strapped for cash or anything but my dad feels the need to upstage me by buying a brand new colour screen phone, cool new trainers and a dvd player. I don’t know why this is winding me up but it is. I guess it is jealousy but I never thought I was the jealous type. It sounds really petty and I know money cant buy happiness blah blah blah, but it is still getting to me.
When you watch tv or read tabloid newspapers it really makes you wonder, “Why are some people famous?” Its ridiculous that some people get media coverage just because they are the offspring of a mildly talented coke addict. Yes I am talking about Kelly Osbourne, a fat pug-faced twerp who cannot sing at all and only gets published because her father has the money to bribe a record company. She is conclusive proof that talent is not always hereditary.
Why to rappers always rap about drugs? Is it because “You must be ‘ard if you do pillz”? My CD player keeps skipping, I think it is because mo0st of my CD’s are pirates (ohh arr captain) and its annoying. I have like loads of CD’s though and I’m not going to shop-buy them all.
I do have more stuff to write about but my there’s food on the dinner table.
All right the first thing I am going to write about is working. As I mentioned a few months ago I got my name down for a job and started a few weeks after. I basically work as a washer-upper in a restaurant kitchen. The work is exceptionally mundane and involves stacking plates into a tray, putting the tray in a dishwasher, taking the tray out of the dishwasher and then stacking the plates. But once in a while you get the privilege of taking the bins out, cleaning the floor or washing pots. I can’t complain really because the money isn’t too bad, it is just it isn’t great having to work for 7 hours on a Saturday night when I could be seeing friends. Last night I was waiting outside the restaurant at about midnight (that’s when I finish) for a taxi to take me home with a friend. We were both tired after working a 7 hours shift and were sat on the floor in our dirty work clothes when a group of people came out of a pub and tried giving us some spare change! That’s the first time I have been mistaken for being a tramp and I hope it is the last!
Since I have been working I have to pay my own way now, my parents wont pay for stuff for me any more. This is probably quite fair because I do get like £50 a week but I have to buy my own clothes and necessary things like that whilst I am also saving for driving lessons and a car with the same money. This doesn’t really bother me because I am getting by fine and not strapped for cash or anything but my dad feels the need to upstage me by buying a brand new colour screen phone, cool new trainers and a dvd player. I don’t know why this is winding me up but it is. I guess it is jealousy but I never thought I was the jealous type. It sounds really petty and I know money cant buy happiness blah blah blah, but it is still getting to me.
When you watch tv or read tabloid newspapers it really makes you wonder, “Why are some people famous?” Its ridiculous that some people get media coverage just because they are the offspring of a mildly talented coke addict. Yes I am talking about Kelly Osbourne, a fat pug-faced twerp who cannot sing at all and only gets published because her father has the money to bribe a record company. She is conclusive proof that talent is not always hereditary.
Why to rappers always rap about drugs? Is it because “You must be ‘ard if you do pillz”? My CD player keeps skipping, I think it is because mo0st of my CD’s are pirates (ohh arr captain) and its annoying. I have like loads of CD’s though and I’m not going to shop-buy them all.
I do have more stuff to write about but my there’s food on the dinner table.
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