Tomorrow Im awae to Ireland! A land where the people give as much of a crap about her Royal Highness as I do. Yes! So excited.
Oh and some woman told me i look “about 12”. Well fuck you very much old crone! The joke is on her though because when the apocalypse comes it will be me, Keith Richards and the cockroaches left. And it is going to be quite a party!
Well i burnt my skin off on a heat bulb, had to wear both fetching white netting fedora and hairnet, and had to tong giant lumps of meat into plastic bags, including sticking my tong up a chickens anus, which i can honestly say is not a career or life aspiration i have ever held… Now i kind of just want to cry profusely into a large bowl of wine. However feel equally compelled to run home and sit in a shallow bath scrubbing off the rotisserie stench and rocking back and forward. I cant help but feel though, as a ‘look’ its somewhat contrived. Anywho fingers crossed i get it!
Yikes natural light! Today i am going for a trial shift to make sure i don’t get my tongue stuck to items in the freezers / giggle immaturely at phallic shaped vegetables before i can be entrusted with a job hustling vegetables and baked goods. I am somewhat excited about having even the tiniest snip of a wage again! Im compiling a list of treats for what i will buy with it. This includes dental floss (luxurious!), enamel replacing toothpaste (decadent!), and fancy crisps and dip. DENTAL PLAN! (Lisa needs braces)
anonymouse who messaged me the other day: I love creepy!
keep on creepin’. thank you for being swell! xxx
