Well look, it's morning and I just got home from work.
Emotions pulsate within me.
Few do actually recognize how great it is to have someone to stay up with you throughout the stark nights.
Just to have that someone to sit down with you over a cup of coffee, conversing of life matters-At the end of it all, you head home in the new morning, feeling all solemn and sentimental.
Oh yes, those nights I do recall.
I believe i'm starting to favour working during the sunrise shift (11pm-7am).
Not in the sense that I actually like stoning in the store, but more of like an excuse to get out at night.
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Work today could only be described as chaotic.
The image of a beeline of customers together with seven delivery men in a small shop is simply absurd.
Anyway, there was this caucasian teen; he totally fucked me-.-
Me: That would be a dollar and seventy cents please.
Boy: A dollar and seventy cents for a bottle of coke?
Me: Yes.
Boy ( takes out a mentos from his pocket ): Ohh, and this.
Me: ...?
Boy ( grins*): Could've stealed it.
... screw THAT.
