Life Sucks... Then You Live Till 110

Twiddling my thumbs. Listening to my ipod. Not impressing my folks with my lack of job-searching. Some guy licked my cheek at the club on saturday. Highlight of my week. Let me vomit.

Because I am watching crap Infomercials and eating left over pavlova, lamenting the sad ass life I am currently living.
Lest take a look at last year, shall we? I got suspended from uni for possession of a banned substance on campus. it was only pot, so like, whatever, but the folks were not happy and immediatly insisted on me returning home to boringville to live with them. This sucks huge amounts of penis.
Then there was my boyfriend. Who stuck his tongue down my roomate's throat at my birthday party last year. I could have delt, I guess, cept my roomate was a GUY!!!! Ok, so you bat for a completely different team. Thats fine with me, just don't give me the 'your so awesome, i think i love you' speal. Why lie? Say, 'You know what? I like penis now.' I can deal with most shit in life. I just need the truth, you know? I think that finding out that your boyfriend is gay is hard enough without almost a year of lying...
Why am I writing any of this here? Whatever.
Then there was the whole move back here over Christmas where I don't think my mother looked at me or spoke to me the whole time we were packing up my third of the flat. Dad was cooler, but thats only because I think he know his logical hippie thing pisses mum off.
So now I've been fired from waitressing at this shitty liitle cafe and the folks have given me two weeks to find something else or their making me work for my uncle at his natural soap shop. Can you think of a more boring job? Soap selling person? I like soap as much as the next clean person, but I cant really see myself being a highly motivated seller.
Its getting towards half six, and if I get to bed now I'll miss dad getting up and avoid one of his long winded lectures about eight hours sleep. His lecture on the food groups is my favourite since I know for a fact all he eats at work is pie, kit kats and smiths originals.

After have this thing since, like, April last year, I finally have something to write:
I got fired today. For refusing to take out my eyebrow bar at work.
Cest la vi I guess.
What am I gonna do now? I've got the hireablity of Tommy Lee right now.
Fucking boss and his cross up his arse.