Times are tough man, I'm going to work in a bar again. Then I'm working all day tomorrow then at night then all day Sunday and Sunday night again... I must have been one bad mother fucker in a past life to have to work this hard in this one. As a wise woman once said though... You can't have a money machine and complain it hurts to turn the handle. I'm joking of course and I only work 12 hours a week and have 745 credit cards that are all maxed. So I pretty much deserve to have to work this much to pay for things I bought last year. It is Wild West theme at work though. Imma go as a bareback mountain cowboy, lasso some horses and pour some pints looking fly. When I say fly I mean busting out of a chequered shirt and a pair of stonewash jeans because all I've done this summer is eat...everything. Seriously. I'm shocked I didn't eat my entire family and loot a potato field when I was back home. I'm like fuckin Houdini... set it down and a few seconds later it's gone. I could just go to the gym, but with such a hectic lifestyle and working 12 hours every week it's hard to find the time. So I'd rather just work two jobs pay off my credit cards and max them out gettin lipo (as if anywhere is going to give me that much credit after this year)
On a serious note though I should probably shift my sorry ass to the gym I've paid for for the last 6 months.
I also start back at uni in a month, choreographing a dance piece. I'm definitely going to look like Dawn French in a morph suit. Fit.
I'm going to shower before work. I say that like it's unusual...
It is.
Here's a picture of a pink TV.
enjoy it, the owner's reclaiming it next week.
Over and Out.
RwoeBUCK
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Location:Furze St,Carlisle,United Kingdom
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