So I went to work today, a fucking work placement. I quit being a chef to do p.r. and now I regret it. Ive had to take my lip piercing out and have to wear long sleeves to cover tats. Fucking Sux! Anyway, I sold out to the man, but thats ok, living in London is expensive, right? Its justifiable, plus I get nights off to go to gigs... its ok...isn't it?
zooxanthelle:
Yeah don't worry, sometimes the system beats us but you gotta rebel in small ways, link all the paperclips together, put fish in the drinking water machine etc