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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

do the can-can!

i did not get any presents for christmas!
i spent christmas eve working!
and i was in a horrible mood on christmas day!


ahhh... the perfect representation of the spirit of christmas, don't you think?

well then,
this can only mean one thing: i've been a really really bad boy this year.

Q: oh mr santa, was i really that bad?
A: HO-HO-HO-DUH.

i see.

*dot dot dot*

editor's note to self: "i really cant see where this entry is going. the blogger seems to have lost his source of inspiration."

blogger's note to the editor: "i can read what you're writing!"




okay... i have seriously run out of ideas.
LAME!
i guess this is what happens when i work. i find it hard to strike a balance sometimes.
...what the hell am i talking about?! it's just like going to school! i spend 8 hours there just like how i spent 8 hours studying in school most of the week!
i admit i'm talking bullshit.
it's scary because my dreams almost every night would always have something to do with coffee bean. one night i'm dreaming about how i screwed up a customer's order, then the next night i'll be dreaming about how i lost my finger in the espresso bean grinder.
*shudders*
hmmm... so should i resign?
NOWAYJOSE!
i'll be spending my monay monay monay on rayban wayfarers, chocolate sundaes and SHOES.

oh-why-dont-you-just-shut-the-brokeback-mountain-up.



dark roast, cafe latte, mocha latte, vanilla latte, white chocolate dream ice blended, chinese chicken salad, iced fruit tea, english breakfast, earl grey, tropical passion, vanilla ceylon, swedish berry, chai blend, ginseng peppermint, moroccon mint, maraschino cherries, parmesan cheese, cherry TOMATOES, hershey's chocolate syrup, cranberry scones, spicy tuna puff, blueberry meringue cheesecake, turkey ham, egg club sandwich, grease trap, par-stock, salt and pepper, butter and jam, scrambled eggs, oatmeal raisin cookies, wi-fi, tea bags, no sugar added french deluxe vanilla powder, double espresso, large ice cappucino with skim milk and two caramel shots, single macchiato, banana muffins, chicken and mushroom fusili, caesar dressing, cafe mocha in a take away cup, freshly squeezed orange juice from a carton, free refills until 11am, ashtray(btw, did you know almost all of my co-workers smoke?), christmas songs, overtime, salmon scramble, decaf please!, hi-welcome-may-i-take-your-order-thank-you-enjoy-your-freakin'-drink...

houston, we've got a problem.
what problem?
i've officially lost it.

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