#487.
Another painful day at work, my finger tips are so dry and cracked and they're starting to hurt a lot. :(
Quick update on yesterday; day out with the girls (finally!) headed to Melbourne city for some kicks, lateness, iCue, billiards, Sexy and I Know It, General Pants, too expensive shirts, lowriders with ugly undies and striped balls, touch my striped balls you know you want to.



LOL STARBUCKS SAH INDIE

Tomorrow is the last valid day of holidays and last night I had a bit of an epiphany whilst playing Cooking Mama on my almost abandoned DS. This time last year I would just junkie the fuck out of my DS. LIke play for hours and hours and hours and hours until late at night because I had no social life, no friends, too much kick back time to myself. And now I feel guilty for playing even one hour because I could be doing something 'productive'. Where along the line did I lose my unproductivity ethic? I fucking love being unproductive. It just feels like time is slipping away and all my good grades aren't going to keep me warm at night if I don't fight to keep them. I want to say I'll try but chances are I probably won't.

Tomorrow I have work in the morning. Gotta open up shop at half past six. Work until about ten or eleven (in my indie clothes fuck yes) and then heading out for one final day of kicking the fuck back with my boyfriend. Fucking excite. Parteh. Goodnight!

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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