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| world: | france what are you do— |
| france: | four twenties |
| world: | france stop it |
| france: | four twenties ten |
| world: | france that doesn't even make any sense |
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| france: | hundred. |
Driving back to Brighton in a few hours. Need some new music for the journey, everything on my iPod bores me now.
I hopefully have an interview and trial shift next week for a job here as a barista and waitress. Kicking myself slightly because when the manager asked me why I was leaving my current job I said it was because my boss is mean! Which is true, but I’m not sure I’ve shown myself in the best light..
Cannot describe a lovely this cafe is. It’s also an antique shop, and they sell copies of Vogue, ID, Love magazine etc. I have to get this job, currently losing the will to live. Costa try and hide the fact they’re a capitalist giant by using fair trade beans.. Which is good, don’t get me wrong. But they also don’t recycle, among other things.
I wish I’d never told any of my friends that I wanted to quit smoking because now I can’t have the odd cigarette when I’m drunk or stressed because they will snatch it from me, or frown at my profusely until I put it out. I know they’re just looking out for me and I sound like an ungrateful bitch, but I feel like I could strangle someone right now.