W-w-w-w-wai-waitressing!

Mood great
Wearing my 'Good grammer costs nothing!' tee, my new faded black Levi 544s and some scottish socks.
Eating/Drinking Tropicana smooth
Hearing nowt.
Dreamt about Herry, Pegg, Kyle and myself doing 'keepy-uppies' just before Kyle and Pegg killed each other.
Currently reading A Beautiful Mind – Sylvia Nasar.
Present MSN name Bite the heads off jelly babies, not because you think it tastes better, but because you enjoy hearing their little jelly screams.
Talking to No one.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day Job

This is really quick. I'd love to give lots of details, but I can't I'm in a bit of a rush. I need to get up early so I can get myself a bank account and get a photo done (oh happy day). And the reason why is that I'm apparently getting a job. At Pride Park. Waitressing. On match days. For £5.05 an hour. Possibly plus tips. The thing is, though, I know fuck all about football, expecially Derby County. So I'm a bit screwed. But I'm very good at faking stuff, so may be I'll get by.
The really cool thing is that I'll be working with Jatinder and Amy too, so that's all good. Though if the people for the interview yesterday are going to be there, I'll be a little peeved. That's because they wree blatantly crap, and Amy and I rock.

Herry/Burpy, you do rock. I love you and you're so cool, Don't ever think otherwise. Just remember that your boyfriend is an ass, and everything should be okay in the world... ish.

Goodbye. Happy happy happy. I'll tell you how my induction goes on Tuesday night... probably,