sixbysix

I'm getting a definite sense that i'm being pushed. My job is getting harder and harder to stomach- figuratively and literally, I have greater responsibility these days and no increase in pay; I am bringing in large sales to the shop via old contacts that i'm recieving little extra recognition for. Now the shop smells repugnant, as the building work above seems to have caused some flooding somewhere in the building and I find it rather hard to bear. My friends are actively searching for jobs, some of them even have jobs they love... some of the bastards don't even work and manage to live happily. I have to get out.

Doors are opening, I just need to get out of my rut and knock nervously before I go in.

My two weddings may have just turned into four- funny, I didn't realise so many people fell in love. Anyway, the first will be the killer- it's my cousin, and I have no doubt that I will want to do my very best work to prove myself. Once i'm confident enough to take people's pictures professionally, there's no telling where I may go.

Saw Underworld- Evolution. I was pleasantly surprised, as the first movie resulted in my lowest ever expectations for a movie. It turned out not to be half bad. I absolutely fucking KB.