The following is an open letter to all the people this week who have confirmed my belief that the human race's defining quality is stupidity.

Dear All,

To the customers I served during my two shifts:1. That thing I have given you is called a MENU. It is there for a reason. It tells you what we serve. Please read it before asking for an omelette ( Read more... )

Things I really do not need...

I just tried to make pancakes and there were crawly things in the flour!!!

Oh God, the horror! And Thank heavens I sifted! I usually just dump straight in...

Ewewewewew...

There is something sad about Australia when the easiest way for me to qualify for a much needed Youth Allowance is to organise a sham marriage.

John Howard really does not want country kids at Uni.

I swear, there is a kid at my (old?) school whose last name is Emo.

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No, I won't say it...

MWPP are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts, poor boys, they don't know they are about to face the biggest trouble of all troubles : Ranging hormones! James' love for Lily is driving him crazy, Remus has fallen for Tabby who is his best friend and Sirius' new obsession. I wonder how will all this end up?This is a summary I just saw at Fiction ( Read more... )

I may have a job! That isn't, you know, working for Dad.

I MIGHT be waitressing at a nice little cafe in town... my trial is Thursday's Breakfast shift... YAHOO!!!

You know something? My 'job' would be a good job if I hadn't had it sprung on me at 7:30 Friday morning ( Read more... )

You have to hand it to my Dad. He is a sneaky bastard. He has the ultimate persuasive tool regards me getting a job: until I do, I work for him ( Read more... )

This is something I wrote in year seven. If nothing else, it's worth a laugh...
( Prophecy )

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