bored stiff at work today. nothing to do. or at least not for me. i stoned, pretended to be busy. well, i'm a bad actor. it's way too obvious not to notice. anyway so yeah, my supervisor asked me why didn't i tell her i was free? hmm so i was kinda stumped for words. tell her? what am i supposed to say? hello, i'm so free. pls dump all ya work on me, i'll finish em for you.

i'm no saint when it comes to work. you pay me a pittance and expect me to slog my hearts out for you? hmm wait long long. so i juz sat there clicking in blank space with the finance director walking up and down beside me. i so wanna quit. still trying to come up with the best dialogue to make it sound nice and amicable. help me.. i'm not tt thick skinned to say your job's so boring, gimme a break.

so here i am, accumulating fats in everywhere possible. fats in the wrong place. tyres circling around me as i expand horizontally. disgusting state. yet i'm too darn lazy to work out, to get tt perky butt. hahah ok i'm juz being so lame. it muz be the after effects of an overdose of chips. so here goes, i'm gonna watch extreme makeover on tv. how contradicting of me. whatever, life's always imperfect and full of blemishes. juz gotta live with it.