classic.

looks like i'm back with you losers on the internet for the forseeable future.

it was a 'i'm not in the right state of mind for anything proper', type job.

which is a shame.

the really interesting thing though...that makes it the third time i've been rejected in six months...which, as any maths whizz will tell you, averages out to a 'no thank you' of sorts every two months.

anyone with a weaker constitution would probably be convinced that they're a modern leper destined to be alone or something.

not me though. i'll be fine. completely fine. fine.

i think i'll just focus on wor..oh...no...no wait, i fucking hate my retarded fucking job don't i?

ah, that doesn't matter, i'll just hang out with my best frien...wha...op...no....no, they're all away at uni aren't they?

hmm. it's a pickle kids. i won't lie. a real pickle.

suggestions?

i might quit my job and write that short film. that'll make everything ok.