Ah, work is good.

Sort of. I mean, this week, I will have worked, what, 36 hours? That's a lot for me, considering half of them were 6:00 am starts, and I'm standing up the whole time, or scrubbing floors, baking in steam. The upside? $350! Go me! So yeah. Money is good. Soon I will be able to afford that computer, and I mean very soon, cause if this kind of money keeps up, I will have that extra $1000 I need within the next 2 weeks. Then It's clear sailing Boyos. Well, that's all from me now, as I need to go get ready for work. Only a 6 hour shift today. And I'm not closing or opening. So It will be grand. Get it, Grand? Shutup Simon.

But what kind of book? Why, a book of YEARS of course.

So, my yearbook came today, and there are people in it. Me being one of them, everyone else in my school being the rest. And I like it, know why? Not because It has a good picture of me, because my picture sucks, I look like a seedy football jock. But instead because the front cover is not a montage of stupid crappy year 8 artwork, it is a flower. Simple.

Now I know a lot of people take pride in their artwork, it's natural. And many people are good at art. On the other hand though, many people suck. And it seems to me that all of these people that suck, do art at Lesmurdie SHS. If this is you. I'm sorry, the evidence all points to you sucking.

Now I know this is a fairly broad accusation, but so far, nobody has been able to prove me wrong, through all of my years at LSHS, as well as my brothers. You have all, each of you, sucked. Tim will probably claim that he didn't, but to enforce my argument, I'm going to say he did anyway. I mean, the lack of talent is astounding! It just tears me apart!

I'm not going to tell you to practice, because it won't do you any good. I'm just that worked up.

And I certainly don't want the person who drew the borderline yiffy picture to keep drawing. That is fucking creepy. Dog-human hybrids kissing is a fetish. For twisted people. It is NOT a cute wall hanging. And that face, that face! it's hideous! God damn.

Man that was an angry post. Anyway, I'm off to sleep.

Goin' away, goin away.

I'll be up/down at Margaret River for the next few days, so have fun in my absence. I will, that's for sure. I Be goin' to the 18th birthday of triplets , that's three 18ths in one. Woah. Anyway we won't see it because we'll be on the computers all the time.

I jest, loffle.

Anyway. McGiver, you are nothing, your balls are sweaty and stretchy, like this. I am the first guy you see, McGiver, you are the one on the bottom half.

I love mah balls.

fin

To reiterate.

I know yesterdays post didn't explain things too well, but just so you all know, morning shift sucks, arse. I have to get up at 4:30 am to go to work. and I have to ride there! Woe is me.

Still, I got a job, and it's fun. So, all in all, I should stop my filthy whinging.

So anyway, how have you all been? Good? Good. I am pleased to hear that. I however, am in need of some sleep, but that's by the by, it's mid-day, so it can wait.

Thirsty? What you need is a nice cold glass of Thrifty. The new taste sensation in diabetic drinks. Not diabetic? Not a problem! Thrifty has all kinds of uses in, and around the home. And when you're finished using it to scrub down the shower, there's nothing to stop you from taking a nice long swig from the ergonomically designed Thrifty bottle, to refresh you after a hard days work.

Buy it. Drink it. Thrifty it.

Stabbin'.

So I was walking down the street one day (true story) when BAM, job.

And I was happy about it. Yep, I was. But then I realised my first shift started at 6 a.m.

Then I went in stabbin'.