Mumbly tired tid-bits
30,000 words and one epiphany later, Kiwi is unbelievably tired. No angels were harmed during the making of the cake. This is her sorry excuse for a blog entry:
Heaven on a spoon - had the nicest ever cheese cake today. It was made with the crushed wings of angels, rain clouds without the rain, and a little bit of ginger.
The owner of my favourite shop (Gravity) as good as offered me a job today. Must. Type up. CV. I may not survive long enough to hand in the CV, however. On Friday, I'm working the evening shift again. If it's anything like last time, I'll cringe inwardly for five hours, drop too many things, and sleep-mop the floor.
Christmas lights. Tomorrow. Chavs. Few miserable soggy fireworks. Cold. LIGHTS! This time last year...
*head hits desk*
Heaven on a spoon - had the nicest ever cheese cake today. It was made with the crushed wings of angels, rain clouds without the rain, and a little bit of ginger.
The owner of my favourite shop (Gravity) as good as offered me a job today. Must. Type up. CV. I may not survive long enough to hand in the CV, however. On Friday, I'm working the evening shift again. If it's anything like last time, I'll cringe inwardly for five hours, drop too many things, and sleep-mop the floor.
Christmas lights. Tomorrow. Chavs. Few miserable soggy fireworks. Cold. LIGHTS! This time last year...
*head hits desk*
kiwiqueen - 22. Nov, 01:12
