Dear blogger, today I hadda report for work at dhoby at 11 to 3 to do hectic individual orders, and then closing shift at kovan. Talk about 53 pieces of brownies! This kid has a birthday and apparently decided to have each of her guests name on a brownie. Woah right, I knoww.
And so the ever predictable celia was late by a whooping half hour for a good reason! I was across the street, paying fees for my future school. I'm gonna be getting my diploma in october. The only bummer was handing the cash and realizing my school's in the campus = queenstown. *faints.
So right, back to the story, simply put; we finished the orders by 1230. And my shift was suppossed to end at 3. I had 3 hours to spare. -.-
Met ( I shall use abbrevations cause I call them by their full names) MJB, GKC and jake to chill at kovan.
MJB's present was with me anyways, and he promised to send celia to work again. So, GKC and I were going through my sweets from sticky. Didn't know she knew abt posh too! Story cut short, we fooled a lil and MJB sent me to work as promised, and I got punched at my poor tumtums manymany times! GRRR.my foetus might've died. Kay posts's getting long. And I'm high from the sugar rush. I'mma dance it off. Goodnight fucktards.