when you argue for that 0.5hour, wanting that extra 5 dollars in your pockets, bitching about the other bitches, and actually full-heartedly hating what you do.. life ends here.

it's been a while.

being slaved away may be a good work-out plan, but i'm picking up bad habits:
i eat at weird times, stay up for no reason, and OMG i visit starbucks!!
the monday barista is pretty shit:
she couldn't make a good blend of pre-mixed macha syrup and steamed milk,
nor could she yell out 'green tea latté' when it was done
- just like any other blond i encoutered she stared at me and 'ehhh...'

but still heaps better than the 1$ coffee at work.
staff benefit? enlighten me
- why even pay to have shit stuffed into my mouth?

oh, 'work'.
it's eating my life away.

as if i had one?
the so-called art took it away from me.

now i've got nothing to commit to.