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Back from Bangkok. Shop shop shop and shop. I have quite a lot to say but damn. I aint have the mood now. Work tmr and it sucks BIG TIME. Only black and blue clothing are allowed. And jeans. Like WTF. I DONT WEAR JEANS. I HATE JEANS. Fuck shit. What kind of job is this. I am only working there for baby's sake. I AM SO NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO IT. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK LAH. 12 wholes hours per day and only like 4 plus per hour? Hell goodness. Bloody hell. Fucking job. FUCKKKKKKKKK LAHHHHHH. Have to wake up at 6. Like SIX AM. Bloody hell mad. DAMN BYE. GO FUCK YOURSELF.
♥ With love, Amanda