Farewell my summer love. Farewell.

I hate my job, my workplace, my bosses.

They are like our puppeteers holding us on our strings to their Cirque du Mowbray. We are like animals on the call. Or one of my more understanding superiors would say, 'condoms that they washed and passed around.'

I will put up with it for as long as my caffeine fix can hold.

And I almost got hurt in an accident involving a frigging huge truck ramming onto the side of my friend's van yesterday. My friend's left side window did not survive, the side was horribly disfigured and I was emotionally tramautised for a few minutes. For that short moment I thought Life would flash right in front of me. But nothing happened. I thought the state of my life was that sad. Ah well. I was almost hurt. But I could have died. Poor friend's van though. 3000 bucks and constant parental guidance for that poor chap. But I will think twice taking a lift from him. And taking the front seat.

The only good thing that happened to me for the past two days was receiving my first package from my first internet shopping experience today. My silk-screened Audrey Hepburn green tee-shirt.

I know. Another tee shirt.