the textual siege.

i need a cigarette right now. no, not the really nice post-coital ones but the ones i need to have because my blood is boiling.

why cant bloody australia have cheap internet packages with unlimited amounts of megabytes downloaded?? how am i supposed to maintain my sanity if i can't even download my shows and movies??

i think i'll really have to like, peddle drugs or something to not survive on rice and soy sauce with an egg on sundays or something as a small reward.

for your amusement, here are two conversations i had with one imbecilc customer today :

#1

there was a weird cutting problem with two fleece jackets of the same model.

imbecile : how come this one and that one so different ah? me : errr i wouldn't know?

hello, do i look like one of those poor sweatshop workers in some province of china where the wares in the shop come from? at least they dont have to deal with fools like you.

#2

me : this is a new piece. imbecile : how come this one smells like that ah? me : dont all new clothes smell like that?

fucking retard. if you can afford to walk in your own cloud of chanel no 5 or whatever, you wouldn't be shopping in that shitty shop already wouldn't you.

no wonder i have to make good use of my breaks to read as much as i can, so i can replenish those brain cells that self destruct the moment i step into that shop.

i want PMS therapy NOW!

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