eep. it's official, whenever i think about pizza i feel sick. not even kidding, i think i may throw up if i eat it. i did have some garlic bread tonight though because i worked overtime and i was super hungry.
(just quietly) i am blaming a co-worker for having to stay overtime. see, where i used to work, if someone said the word 'busy' in the context of, 'oh, i thought it would be more busy than this', it was jinxed and suddenly everybody in the world would want our food. so we wouldn't say it. tonight at work a girl was asking why it wasn't busy since it's cheap tuesday and she attracted the pizza-eaters. it happens. true story.
also, i put on a glove backwards tonight and it literally took me at least ten seconds to work out why my hand didn't fit. and this is the second time this has happened in a week. oh dear.
i have nothing else to talk about, except the creepy man who came into the bookshop. i said hello to him, how was he, and after he answered he just stood there. and i was so freaked out by him that i couldn't bring myself to ask if he needed a hand with anything, just pretended like i was really busy on my laptop. and he just stood there for a while, before he sat down. i flipped it and just ran into the back room before discovering that it was the little tutor kid's father. whoops.
heaven's not a place that you go when you die, it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive.
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