nobody i work with has a sense of humour.
this makes things very awkward, sometimes. (often)
yesterday a customer threw 2 dvds at my head.
and three people (all irish) told me that australians don't queue as well as the british.
if one more person tells me to "think of the money"
i will shove the money somewhere that they'll never forget.
christmas cheer?
sod it all.
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(i was going to do proper haiku, but am exhausted. consider these post modern haikus)
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sunday mornings in libraries. sunday afternoons in cafes. nights spent face down listening to white noise. swing dresses dried flowers and a pink sofa. ink stains and squids and messy hair. records on repeat. joan didion and middlemarch. words clutched so tightly they might as well be heartbeats. bad temperedness to boot. and a skirt worn like a flag
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